A(not actually played) Am
Some men collapse at the racetrack
C G
Their wrong and beat up, their eyes black
Am
Others wilt in casinos
C G
Roll dice and piss away speedboats
Am
Some dissolve into bar stools
C G
Scratched off in boxes and playoff pools
Am
I spent myself on a psychic
C G
I lost my way and a friend said she would find it
D-F#m-Am
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.
Am
Some men they go make their own luck
C G
Grow fat from feeding on lame ducks
Am
The easy mark and the old maid
C G
The invalid and the ingrate
Am
Others wait for that high sign
C G
Some holy hoax in the tree-line
Am
Me, I'm counting my canned food
C G
Bunkered down waiting out our slingshot moods
D-F#m-Am
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, Bm
Am
Eyes are fixed and my palms are spread
C G
Dissonance floats my shipwrecked head
Am
God sleeps in the Gaza strip
C G
And man alone's left alone to live with it
Am
The coin-flip faith of the optimist
C G
It's beginners luck in a sewing kit
Am
What's to do when there is no fix
C G
On the unflinching ambivalence?
D-F#m-Am
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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