Sealion

Em                      C
Over the mountains, and under the 
sky,
        Em                   C
riding dirty grey horses, go you and
 I;
 Em                     C
mating with chance copulating with 
mirth,
     A                         D  
the sad glad paymasters (for what 
      C
it's worth).
      Asus4              
The ice cream castles are 
       A
refrigerated
     Asus4               A
the super-marketeers are on parade.
            B                Bsus4
There's a golden handshake hanging
              F#m
 'round your neck
        F#m        E               
as you light your cigarette on the 
Em       Bm
burning deck.
        A            B            
And you balance your world on the 
A           B
tip of your nose
       A              B           
like a sealion with a ball at the 
A    B
carnival.


[Verse 2]
Em                        C
You wear shiny skin and a funny hat
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             Em                    
the Almighty Animal Trainer lets it
 C
 go at that.
         Em                     
You bark ever so slightly at the 
 C
Trainer's gun
     A                            
with your whiskers melting in the 
D        C
noonday sun.
      Asus4                     A
You flip and you flop under the Big 
White Top
      Asus4                     A
where the long legged ring mistress 
starts and stops.
        B                Bsus4    
But you know after all the act is 
        F#m
wearing thin
       F#m        E               
as the crowd grows uneasy and the 
Em   Bm
boos begin.
        A            B            
But you balance your world on the 
A           B
tip of your nose
         A              B         
you're a sealion with a ball at 
  A    B
the carnival.

[Bridge]
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Bm    G#m   A  Bm    E  E  D  
Bm A  Bm
Bm    G#m   A  Bm    E  Em   

       C#

[Verse 3]
       Em                      C
Just a trace of pride upon our fixed
 grins,
          Em                      
for there is no Business like the 
C
Show we're in.
      Em                      C
There is no reason, no rhyme, no 
right
   A                               
to leave the circus 'till we've 
      C
said goodnight.
    Asus4                   A
The same performance in the same old
 way
         Asus4                 
it's the same old story to this 
 A
Passion Play.
         B                  Bsus4 
So we'll shoot the moon and hope 
         F#m
to call a tune
    F#m         E               
and make no pin cushion of this 
Em  Bm
big balloon.
            A            B        
Look how we balance the world on 
    A           B
the tip of your noses
         A              B      
like sealions with a ball at the 
     A    B
carnival.