Standard (EADGBE)
Please trip them gently, they don't like to fall (Oh by ji ngo)
There's no room for anger, we're all very small (Oh by j ingo)
We're painting our faces and dressing in thoughts from the sk ies,
From paradise
But they think that we're holding a se cretive ball.
Won't someone invite them, they're j ust taller children
That's all
After all
Man is an obstacle, sad as the clown (Oh by ji ngo)
So hold on to nothing, and he won't let you down (Oh by ji ngo)
Some people are marching together and some on their o wn
Quite alone
Others are running, the sm aller ones crawl
But some sit in silence, they're j ust older children
That's all
After all
Middle section
I sing with impertinence, shading impermanent chords,
With my words
I've borrowed your time and I'm s orry I called
But the thought just occurred that we're nobody's children at all
After all
Live till your rebirth and do what you will (Oh by jingo)
Forget all I've said, please bear me no ill (Oh by j ingo)
After all, after all (Em Em7 A Am, repeat until end)