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A(not actually played) Bm Some men collapse at the racetrack
DTheir wrong and beat up, their Aeyes black Others wilt in caBmsinos DRoll dice and piss away sApeedboats
Some dissolve into Bmbar stools DScratched off in boxes and Aplayoff pools I spent myself on a Bmpsychic DI lost my way and a Afriend said she would find it
D-F#m-Bm Man, we were wrong. F#m-E-A Man, we were wrong.
I Dasked for the future, EShe only sang me a Asong.
Some men they go make their Bmown luck DGrow fat from feeding on Alame ducks The easy mark and the Bmold maid DThe invalid and the Aingrate
Others wait for that Bmhigh sign DSome holy hoax in the Atree-line Me, I'm counting my cBmanned food DBunkered down waiting Aout our slingshot moods
D-F#m-Bm But what if I'm wrong? F#m-E-A What if I'm wrong?
I'll Dopen my doors up EPeople, come sweep Ame along.
Interlude: Bm, D, E, A x2 Bm, D, F#m, Bm, C#m
Eyes are fixed and my Bmpalms are spread DDissonance floats my sAhipwrecked head God sleeps in the GBmaza strip DAnd man alone's left alone to Alive with it
The coin-flip faith of the Bmoptimist DIt's beginners luck in a Asewing kit What's to do when there Bmis no fix DOn the unflinching amAbivalence?
D-F#m-Bm But you say that's wrong F#m-E-A Hopeless and wrong
We Dre-thread your needle, EYou say, "God, pAlay along."