David Bowie – After All Lyrics  Share

From David Bowie's album: The Man Who Sold The World

(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
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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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