Tom: F
A# F C
Ain't it funny how they're all Cleopatra
A# F C
When you gaze into their past
A# F C
When you find out about their birth signs
A# F C
You realize there was no need to have asked
A# F C
All the history of a soul in torment
A# F C
Ingrained in a hand or a face
A# F C
Ain't it funny how they all fire the pistol
A# F C
At the wrong end of the race
[Chorus]
Cm
I am going round and round
I am going round and round
I am going round and round
C
I am going round
F
Going round and round
[Verse 2]
A# F C
There's a man going through your dust bin
A# F C
Only this time he's looking for food
A# F C
There's a tear in his eye, you don't know him
A# F C
Oh but you know what he's going through
A# F C
Ain't it funny that you can't seem to help him
A# F C
Feeling sick as he staggers away
A# F C
Is it weird that you hate a stranger
A# F C
Can a detail correct your dismay
[Chorus]
Cm
I am going round and round
I am going round and round
I am going round and round
C
I am going round
F
Going round and round
