after all

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

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 till 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