A(not actually played) A#m
Some men collapse at the racetrack
C# G#
Their wrong and beat up, their eyes black
A#m
Others wilt in casinos
C# G#
Roll dice and piss away speedboats
A#m
Some dissolve into bar stools
C# G#
Scratched off in boxes and playoff pools
A#m
I spent myself on a psychic
C# G#
I lost my way and a friend said she would find it
D-F#m-A#m
Man, we were wrong.
F#m-E-G#
Man, we were wrong.
C#
I asked for the future,
D# G#
She only sang me a song.
A#m
Some men they go make their own luck
C# G#
Grow fat from feeding on lame ducks
A#m
The easy mark and the old maid
C# G#
The invalid and the ingrate
A#m
Others wait for that high sign
C# G#
Some holy hoax in the tree-line
A#m
Me, I'm counting my canned food
C# G#
Bunkered down waiting out our slingshot moods
D-F#m-A#m
But what if I'm wrong?
F#m-E-G#
What if I'm wrong?
C#
I'll open my doors up
D# G#
People, come sweep me along.
Interlude:
Bm, D, E, G# x2
Bm, D, F#m, Bm, Cm
A#m
Eyes are fixed and my palms are spread
C# G#
Dissonance floats my shipwrecked head
A#m
God sleeps in the Gaza strip
C# G#
And man alone's left alone to live with it
A#m
The coin-flip faith of the optimist
C# G#
It's beginners luck in a sewing kit
A#m
What's to do when there is no fix
C# G#
On the unflinching ambivalence?
D-F#m-A#m
But you say that's wrong
F#m-E-G#
Hopeless and wrong
C#
We re-thread your needle,
D# G#
You say, "God, play along."
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