(Oh by jingo)
(Oh by jingo)
Won't someone invite them they're just taller children
Others are running, the smaller ones crawl
From the skies, from paradise
But the thought just occurred that we're nobody's children
Forget all I've said, please bear me no ill
That's all, after all
I sing with impertinence, shading impermanent chords
(Oh by jingo)
Man is an obstacle, sad as the clown
Live to your rebirth and do what you will
Some people are marching together
With my words
I've borrowed your time and I'm sorry I called
So hold on to nothing, and he won't let you down
There's no room for anger, we're all very small
But they think that we're holding a secretive ball
(Oh by jingo)
At all, after all
We're painting our faces and dressing in thoughts
But some sit in silence, they're just older children
And some on their own quite alone
That's all, after all
(Oh by jingo)