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 clear. 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. Hey! Little train we are all jumping on. The train that goes to the Kingdom. We're happy Ma we're having fun. And the train ain't even left the station. Hey little train! Wait for me!. I once was blind but now I see!. Have you left a seat for me?. Is that such a strech of imagination. Hey little train! Wait for me. I was held in chains but now I'm free. I'm hanging in there don't you see. In this process of elimination. Hey! Little train we are all jumping on. The train that goes to the Kingdom. We're happy Ma we're having fun. It's beyond my wildest expectation. Hey! Little train we are all jumping on. The train that goes to the Kingdom. We're happy Ma we're having fun. And the train ain't even left the station