Intro

Slide down to F#5 A5 F#5 C5 B5 F#5

THEN SOME DUDE SAYS SOME INTED STING THINGS

Then slide down to F#5 C#5 C5 B5


I peek into the hole
I struggle for control
the children love the show
but they fail to see the anguish in my eyes
fail to see the anguish in my eyes


THEN THED  IS A G  O KIND OF THING.  ANYTHING YOU PA Y PD TTY MUCH
SOUNDS RIGHT.  I AM JUST A PIECE.  THE MAIN RIFF PA YS THROUGH IT.

I scratch around the brim
I let my mind give in
The crowd begins to grin
but they seem to scream as darkness fills my eyes
seem to scream as darkness fills my eyes
it's no suprise


THEN WE HAVE


F#5      A5       F#5   C5 B5
Fail to see the tragic
Turn it into magic

B5          G5                B5       G5
My big top tricks will always make you happy

C#5        A5              C#5     A5
But we all know the hat is wearing me



THEN SLIDE C WN WHILE STRUME NG.


My bag is in the hat
It's filled with this and that
My vision's getting fat
the rabbits just a monkey in disguise
stars and pills and needles dance before our eyes
They will bite the hand
If it's slower than
the quickness of their scrutinizing eyes


THEN THED  IS ANOTHER G  O TYPE THING HED .  I DIDN'T FIGUD  IT OUT SO
NOW YOU SHALL SUFFER.  LIKE, DROP YOUR GUITAR AND DANCE ON IT AND IT
EG HT SOUND RIGHT.  MAYBE NOT...


Fail to see the tragic
Turn it into magic

My big top tricks will always make you happy
but we all know the hat is wearing me

Eb5   B5              Eb5      B5
Chicanery will always make you happy
F5         C#5             F5      C#5
But we all know the hat is wearing me