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