Text Písně: After All - David Bowie

Please trip them gently,
they don't like to fall,
Oh by jingo

There's no room for anger,
we're all very small, Oh by jingo

We're painting our faces and dressing
in thoughts from the skies,
From paradise
But they think
that we're holding a secretive ball.
Won't someone invite them
They're just taller children,
that's all, after all

Man is an obstacle,
sad as the clown,
Oh by jingo
So hold on to nothing,
and he won't let you down,
Oh by jingo
Some people are marching together
and some on their own

Quite alone
Others are running
the smaller ones crawl
But some sit in silence
they're just older children
That's all, after all

I sing with impertinence
shading impermanent chords
with my words
I've borrowed your time
and I'm sorry I called
But the thought just occurred
that we're nobody's children At all, after all
Live till your rebirth
and do what you will,
Oh by jingo
Forget all I've said,
please bear me no ill,
Oh by jingo

After all, after all

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