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