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    Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds - O Children

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    Pass me that lovely little gun
    My dear, my darting one
    The cleaners are coming, one by one
    You don't even want to let them start

    They are knocking now upon your door
    They measure the room, they know the score
    They're mopping up the butcher's floor
    Of your broken little hearts

    O children

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

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

    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

    O children

    We have the answer to all your fears
    It's short, it's simple, it's crystal dear
    It's round about, it's somewhere here
    Lost amongst our winnings

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

    The cleaners have done their job on you
    They're hip to it, man, they're in the groove
    They've hosed you down, you're good as new
    They're lining up to inspect you

    O children

    Poor old Jim's white as a ghost
    He's found the answer that was lost
    We're all weeping now, weeping because
    There ain't nothing we can do to protect you

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