Lyrics:

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
they Think That We're Holding A Secretive Ball.
won't Someone Invite Them
they're Just Taller Children,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
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,after All

live 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