歌手:David Bowie
专辑:《The Man Who Sold The World》

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 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