Pass me the toys I'll play with you

lets load the riffle let the bullet go loose!

Who's gonna shoot the balloons in the tree?

Who's gonna pull the knives out of me?

Your little sister now owns your touch

cook for the robots 'cause they fought for us

we'll never let the kite go fly free

we never ever will let you leave

So you've really got it going

paper trains between the stars

with the others down here mourning

you build your 3D towns on Mars

When the moon and clouds are running

right below the aircraft line

and your cats are softly meowing

I know you're having cracking time

In the morning light

oh,

I guess we'll be alright...