Pass me that lovely little gun br My dear, my darting one br The cleaners are coming, one by one br You don't even want to let them start br br They are knocking now upon your door br They measure the room, they know the score br They're mopping up the butcher's floor br Of your broken little hearts br br O children br br Forgive us now for what we've done br It started out as a bit of fun br Here, take these before we run away br The keys to the gulag br br O children br Lift up your voice, lift up your voice br Children br Rejoice, rejoice br br Here comes Frank and poor old Jim br They're gathering round with all my friends br We're older now, the light is dim br And you are only just beginning br br O children br br We have the answer to all your fears br It's short, it's simple, it's crystal dear br It's round about, it's somewhere here br Lost amongst our winnings br br O children br Lift up your voice, lift up your voice br Children br Rejoice, rejoice br br The cleaners have done their job on you br They're hip to it, man, they're in the groove br They've hosed you down, you're good as new br They're lining up to inspect you br br O children br br Poor old Jim's white as a ghost br He's found the answer that was lost br We're all weeping now, weeping because br There ain't nothing we can do to protect you br br O children br Lift up your voice, lift up your voice br Children br Rejoice, rejoice