Tom: C
Introdução:
C
The circus is back in town
D2
Here comes my favorite clown again
C
I love it when he strips his smile
D2
puts it in a tidy pile of shame
C
And then my ol' favorite clown
D2
Paints on his faithful frown and plays
C
That old familiar game
D2
Of which i have no name but "Death"
C
We go marching
Am
Through these scorching times
F
Our lungs are filled with dirt
But no amount of hurt
C
Will stop us trying
We go marching
Am
Through these parching times
F
Rain will come again
And just like distant friends
C
We'll both be crying
Oh that sweet awful sound