Insect Children

Little children in the park Crushing insects for a lark Babies burning in their beds Wreaths of fire around their heads Came out of woodworm in the house see And made out of something only known to the one To the two to the three to the four and me Dancing, dancing, dancing on their graves Dancing, dancing, dancing on their graves Little children in the park Crushing insects for a lark Babies burning in their beds Wreaths of fire around their heads Dancing, dancing, dancing on their graves Dancing, dancing, dancing on their graves Dancing, dancing, dancing on their gravеs Dancing, dancing, dancing on their graves Come out of thе house like woodworm you’ll see I’m made out of milk it doesn’t worry me Babies burning in their beds Wreaths of fire around their heads Little children in the park Crushing insects for a lark Babies burning in their beds Wreaths of fire around their heads Dancing, dancing, dancing on their graves Dancing, dancing, dancing on their graves Dancing, dancing, dancing on their graves Dancing, dancing, dancing on their graves Little children in the park Crushing insects for a lark Babies burning in their beds Wreaths of fire around their heads I’m not a river I’m a house see I’m made out of something only known to me I’m not a house I’m a river you’ll see Or made out of milk it doesn’t worry me Dancing, dancing, dancing on their graves Dancing, dancing, dancing on their graves Dancing, dancing, dancing on their graves Dancing, dancing, dancing on their graves