Please trip them gently, they don't like to fall

(Oh by jingo)

There's no room for anger, we're all very small

(Oh by jingo)

We're painting our faces and dressing in thoughts from the skies, from paradise

But they think that we're holding a secretive ball

Won't someone invite them

They're just taller children, (oooo), that's all, after all



Man is an obstacle, sad as the clown

(Oh by jingo)

So hold on to nothing, and he won't 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, they're just older children

(oooo), That's all, after all



I sing with impertinence, shading impermanent chords,

With my words

I've borrowed your time and I'm sorry I called

But the thought just occurred that we're nobody's children at all, (oooo), after all



Live to your rebirth and do what you will

(Oh by jingo)

Forget all I've said, please bear me no ill

(Oh by jingo)

After all, after all