After All (2015 Remaster) - 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