O Children

Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

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



Hey little train! We are all jumping on

The train that goes to the Kingdom

We're happy, Ma, we're having fun

And the train ain't even left the station



Hey, little train! Wait for me!

I once was blind but now

I see Have you left a seat for me?

Is that such a stretch of the imagination?



Hey little train! Wait for me!

I was held in chains but now I'm free

I'm hanging in there, don't you see

In this process of elimination