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