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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