Sealion lyrics

Song information

Artist: Jethro Tull
Album: War Child

Lyrics

Over the mountains, and under the sky ---
Riding dirty gray horses, go you and i
Mating with chance, copulating with mirth ---
The sad-glad paymasters (for what it's worth)
The ice-cream castles are refrigerated;
The super-marketeers are on parade
There's a golden handshake hanging round your neck
As you light your cigarette on the burning deck
And you balance your world on the tip of your nose ---
Like a sealion with a ball, at the carnival
You wear a shiny skin and a funny hat ---
The almighty animal trainer lets it go at that
You bark ever-so-slightly at the trainer's gun
With you whiskers melting in the noon-day sun
You flip and you flop under the big white top
Where the long-legged ring-mistress starts and stops
But you know, after all, the act is wearing thin ---
As the crowd grows uneasy and the boos begin
But you balance your world on the tip of your nose ---
You're a sealion with a ball at the carnival
Just a trace of pride upon our fixed grins ---
For there is no business like the show we're in
There is no reason, no rhyme, no right
To leave the circus 'til we've said good-night
The same performance, in the same old way;
It's the same old story to this passion play
So we'll shoot the moon, and hope to call the tune ---
And make no pin cushion of this big balloon
Look how we balance the world on the tips of our noses
Like sealions with a ball at the carnival

[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]

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