The Easy Mark And The Old Maid chords by Bad Books

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Some men collapse at the racetrack
A
Their wrong and beat up, their eyes black
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Others wilt in casinos
A
Roll dice and piss away speedboats

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Some dissolve into bar stools
A
Scratched off in boxes and playoff pools
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I spent myself on a psychic
A

I lost my way and a friend said she would find it

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Man, we were wrong.
             A
Man, we were wrong.
  D
I asked for the future,
A
She only sang me a song.

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Some men they go make their own luck
A
Grow fat from feeding on lame ducks
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The easy mark and the old maid
A
The invalid and the ingrate

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Others wait for that high sign
A
Some holy hoax in the tree-line
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Me, I'm counting my canned food
A
Bunkered down waiting out our slingshot moods

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But what if I'm wrong?
           A
What if I'm wrong?
     D
I'll open my doors up
A
People, come sweep me along.

Interlude:
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Eyes are fixed and my palms are spread
A
Dissonance floats my shipwrecked head
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God sleeps in the Gaza strip
A
And man alone's left alone to live with it

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The coin-flip faith of the optimist
A
It's beginners luck in a sewing kit
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What's to do when there is no fix
A
On the unflinching ambivalence?


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But you say that's wrong
            A
Hopeless and wrong
   D
We re-thread your needle,
A
You say, "God, play along."