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