After All

[Verse]

Please trip them gently, they don't like to fall

Oh by jingo

There's no room for anger, we're all very small

Oh by jingo

We're painting our faces and dressing in thoughts

From the skies

From paradise

But they think that we're holding

A secretive ball

Won't someone invite them

They're just taller children

That's all

After all

Man is an obstacle, sad as the clown

Oh by jingo

So hold on to nothing, and he won't let you down

Oh by jingo

Some people are marching together

And some on their own

Quite alone

Others are running, the smaller ones crawl

But some sit in silence, they're just older children

That's all

After all

I sing with impertinence, shading impermanent chords

With my words

I've borrowed your time and I'm sorry I called

But the thought just occurred

We're nobody's children

At all

After all

Live till your rebirth and do what you will

Oh by jingo

Forget all I've said, please bear me no ill

Oh by jingo

[Outro]

After all, after all