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Tuning: E A D G B E
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A(not actually played) Bm
Some men collapse at the racetrack
Bm, D, E, A x2
Bm, D, F#m, Bm, C#m
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
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."