Children

And I

Hide myself so

I can't be found, yes I

Break in my (?)

Trying to

I keep this up figuring I

(?) squeeze

Into shoes that clearly don't fit at all

You can scream, you can shout, but please don't let it out

In front of the children, in front of the children

This is all counterfeit, but just don't let it slip

In front of the children, in front of the children

Is there a time, a place

Don't ask

Where (?) she said

Hiding your face in the soul

Oh, we carry on with a smile

So gentle

With the weight of the gun in the (?) of your back

Always (?)

You can scream, you can shout, but please don't let it out

In front of the children, in front of the children

This is all counterfeit, but just don't let it slip

In front of the children, in front of the children