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