Pass me that lovely little gunMy dear, my darling oneThe cleaners are coming, one by oneYou don't even want to let them start
They're knocking now upon your doorThey measure the room, they know the scoreThey're mopping up the butcher's floorOf your broken little hearts
Forgive us now for what we've doneIt started out as a bit of funHere, take these before we run awayThe keys to the gulag
Come onCome onCome onCome onHere comes Frank and poor old JimThey're gathering round with all my friendsWe're older now, and the light is dimAnd you are only just beginning
Oh, childrenWe have the answer to all your fearsIt's short, it's simple, it's crystal-clearIt's roundabout and it's somewhere hereLost amongst our winnings
The cleaners have done their job on youThey're hip to it, man, they're in the grooveThey've hosed you down, you're good as newAnd they're lining up to inspect you
Oh childrenPoor old Jim's white as a ghostHe's found the answer that we lostWe're all weeping now, weeping becauseThere ain't nothing we can do to protect you
We're happy, Ma, we're having funAnd the train ain't even left the station
And have you left a seat for me?Is that such a stretch of the imagination?
I'm hanging in there, don't you see?In this process of elimination
We're happy, Ma, we're having fun (children)It's beyond my wildest expectation (oh, children)
We're happy, Ma, we're having funThe train ain't even left the station (oh, children)(Hey, little train, wait for me)(I once was blind but now I see)
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