Letra de O children

Pass me that lovely little gun
My dear, my darting one
The cleaners are coming, one by one
You don´t even want to let them start

They are knocking now upon your door
They measure the room, they know the score
They´re mopping up the butcher´s floor
Of your broken little hearts

O children

Forgive us now for what we´ve done
It started out as a bit of fun
Here, take these before we run away
The keys to the gulag

O children
Lift up your voice, lift up your voice
Children
Rejoice, rejoice

Here comes Frank and poor old Jim
They´re gathering round with all my friends
We´re older now, the light is dim
And you are only just beginning

O children

We have the answer to all your fears
It´s short, it´s simple, it´s crystal dear
It´s round about, it´s somewhere here
Lost amongst our winnings

O children
Lift up your voice, lift up your voice
Children
Rejoice, rejoice

The cleaners have done their job on you
They´re hip to it, man, they´re in the groove
They´ve hosed you down, you´re good as new
They´re lining up to inspect you

O children

Poor old Jim´s white as a ghost
He´s found the answer that was lost
We´re all weeping now, weeping because
There ain´t nothing we can do to protect you

O children
Lift up your voice, lift up your voice
Children
Rejoice, rejoice