The Circus

verse 1:
weve drifted out into an empty sea
weve clung to everything but dignity
suffering fools becoming kings of us
and faking laughter when it’s serious

chorus:
sinking shrinking dying fading
starving while we stuff our face
letting corporate run this place
never knowing what weve lost
caring nothing about ourselves
selling history at cost.

verse2:
but hey we’ve got our comfy pillows now
and shiny cars and all our shows to watch
moral decline is something fools lament
the circus seems to have outgrown its tent.

Verse:


	Guitar 1: F# B E F# A


	Guitar 2:


7 7 7 7 7 6 6 4 4 6 6...


6 6 6 6 4 4 4 4 2 2 2 2








Chorus:





F# F E A G F#





Bridge:


F E 


(End: slide to high F)