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        C
the sad glad paymasters (for what it's worth).
      Asus4                     A
The ice cream castles are refrigerated
     Asus4               A
the super-marketeers are on parade.
            B                Bsus4              F#m
There's a golden handshake hanging 'round your neck
        F#m        E               Em       Bm
as you light your cigarette on the burning deck.
        A            B            A           B
And you balance your world on the tip of your nose
       A              B           A    B
like a sealion with a ball at the carnival.


[Verse 2]
Em                        C
You wear shiny skin and a funny hat
             Em                     C
the Almighty Animal Trainer lets it go at that.
         Em                      C
You bark ever so slightly at the Trainer's gun
     A                            D        C
with your whiskers melting in the 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            F#m
But you know after all the act is wearing thin
       F#m        E               Em   Bm
as the crowd grows uneasy and the boos begin.
        A            B            A           B
But you balance your world on the tip of your nose
         A              B           A    B
you're a sealion with a ball at 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                      C
for there is no Business like the Show we're in.
      Em                      C
There is no reason, no rhyme, no right
   A                                     C
to leave the circus 'till we've said goodnight.
    Asus4                   A
The same performance in the same old way
         Asus4                  A
it's the same old story to this Passion Play.
         B                  Bsus4          F#m
So we'll shoot the moon and hope to call a tune
    F#m         E               Em  Bm
and make no pin cushion of this big balloon.
            A            B            A           B
Look how we balance the world on the tip of your noses
         A              B           A    B
like sealions with a ball at the carnival.