O Children Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

Pass me that lovely little gun
My dear, my darling 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

Oh-Oh-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

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

Come on, come on, come on, come on

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
Oh-Oh-O Children

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

[Chorus]
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
And they're lining up to inspect you

Oh-Oh-O Children

Poor old Jim's white as a ghost
He's found the answer that we lost
We're all weeping now, weeping because
There ain't nothing we can do to protect you

[Chorus]
O children
Lift up your voice, lift up your voice
Children
Rejoice, rejoice