Chorus: Em Em7 A Am Em F Please trip them gently, they don't like to fall (Oh by jingo) Em Em7 A Am Em F There's no room for anger, we're all very small (Oh by jingo) C G E We're painting our faces and dressing in thoughts from the skies, E7 Am Am7/G From paradise D7/F# Em But they think that we're holding a secretive ball. F G Won't someone invite them, they're just taller children Am Am7/G That's all D7/F# Fmaj7 After all Chorus: Man is an obstacle, sad as the clown (Oh by jingo) So hold on to nothing, and he won't let you down (Oh by jingo) Some people are marching together and some on their own Quite alone Others are running, the smaller ones crawl But some sit in silence, they're just older children That's all After all I sing with impertinence, shading impermanent chords, With my words I've borrowed your time and I'm sorry I called But the thought just occurred that we're nobody's children at all After all Chorus: Live till your rebirth and do what you will (Oh by jingo) Forget all I've said, please bear me no ill (Oh by jingo) | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA Am Am7 C D7 E Em E7 Em7 F Fm F# Fmaj7 Fmaj G |