Letra de O Children de Nick CaveLetras de Canciones

Letra '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