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 the

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