All the children
Are popping up like weeds
Telling me I can be
Anything I please
Without wings
Stuffing my mouth with
Bibles frowns and heads hung down
Still they're telling me
I can be
Anything I please without wings
All The ChildrenAll the children Are popping up like weeds Telling me I can be Anything I please Without wings Stuffing my mouth with Bibles frowns and heads hung down Still they're telling me I can be Anything I please without wings |