Oh, children

Forgive us now for what we've done
It started out as a bit of fun
Here, take these before we run away
Here, the keys to the gulag

Oh, children
Lift up your voice, lift up your voice
Children
Rejoice, rejoice

Come on

Here comes Frank and poor old Jim
They're gathering 'round with all my friends
We're older now, the light is dim
And you are only just beginning


Happy Birthday,Nick Cave!