Children by The Pretty Things Lyrics

Children playing in the park
Shoot their toy guns find their mark
Little boy soldier starts to cry
Another poor kid has learnt how to die

Ring-a-ring of roses all fall down
Watch the circus, see the clown
Laugh when he falls on his head
Vinegar and brown paper put into bed

Little Johnny outside looking in
A sole show misfit with a twisted lip
Inside his head he plays their game
In the shadow of a fiction he remains

Play your games and have your fun
With light thread your lives are spun
All too soon that day might come
When your parents will leave and off in sun