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