Please trip them gently, they dont like to fall, Oh by jingo
Theres no room for anger, were all very small, Oh by jingo
Were painting our faces and dressing in thoughts from the skies, From paradise But they think that were holding a secretive ball. Wont someone invite them Theyre just taller children, thats all, after all
Man is an obstacle, sad as the clown, Oh by jingo So hold on to nothing, and he wont 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, theyre just older children Thats all, after all
I sing with impertinence, shading impermanent chords, with my words Ive borrowed your time and Im sorry I called But the thought just occurred that were nobodys children At all, after all Live till your rebirth and do what you will, Oh by jingo Forget all Ive said, please bear me no ill, Oh by jingo
After all, after all
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