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The Easy Mark And The Old Maid

Bad Books
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D-DU-UDU
Some  men collapse at the racetrack
Their  wrong and beat up, their eyes  black
 Others wilt in casinos
Roll  dice and piss away speedboats
 Some dissolve into bar  stools
Scratched  off in boxes and playoff  pools
 I spent myself on a psychic
I  lost my way and a friend  said she would find it
 Man, we were wrong.
 Man, we were wrong.
 I asked  for the future,
She  only sang me a song.
 Some men they go make their own  luck
Grow  fat from feeding on lame  ducks
 The easy mark and the old  maid
The  invalid and the ingrate
 Others wait for that high  sign
Some  holy hoax in the tree-line
 Me, I'm counting my canned  food
Bunkered  down waiting out  our slingshot moods
 But what if I'm  wrong?
 What if I'm  wrong?
 I'll open  my doors up
People,  come sweep me  along.
, , ,  x2
 Eyes are fixed and my palms  are spread
Dissonance  floats my shipwrecked  head
 God sleeps in the Gaza  strip
And  man alone's left alone to live  with it
 The coin-flip faith of the optimist
It's  beginners luck in a sewing  kit
 What's to do when there is  no fix
On  the unflinching ambivalence?
 But you say that's  wrong
 Hopeless and  wrong
 We re-thread  your needle,
You  say, "God, play along."

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Readable chord sheet for The Easy Mark And The Old Maid by Bad Books

[A]Some men collapse at the [Bm]racetrack
[D]Their wrong and beat up, their [A]eyes black
Others wilt in ca[Bm]sinos
[D]Roll dice and piss away s[A]peedboats

Some dissolve into [Bm]bar stools
[D]Scratched off in boxes and [A]playoff pools
I spent myself on a [Bm]psychic
[D]I lost my way and a [A]friend said she would find it

Man, we were [D]wr[F#m]ong.[Bm]
Man, we were [F#m]wron[E]g.[A]
I [D]asked for the future,
[E]She only sang me a [A]song.

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

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

But what if I'm[D] w[F#m]rong[Bm]?
What if I'm[F#m] wro[E]ng[A]?
I'll [D]open my doors up
[E]People, come sweep [A]me along.

[Bm], [D], [E], [A] x2
[Bm]  [D]  [F#m]  [Bm]  [C#m]

Eyes are fixed and my [Bm]palms are spread
[D]Dissonance floats my s[A]hipwrecked head
God sleeps in the G[Bm]aza strip
[D]And man alone's left alone to [A]live with it

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

But you say that's[D] w[F#m]rong[Bm]
Hopeless and[F#m] wro[E]ng[A]
We [D]re-thread your needle,
[E]You say, "God, play a[A]long."

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