be a star Now, me and Deliah singing every Sunday Watching the children and the garden grow We listen to the radio to hear what's cookin? But the music
sit myself at my instruments Here they sit at their instruments And the music fills and fills Terrifies, horrifies, forever scares The children of the night What music
realise Does anyone care Can anybody hear me Is anybody there Is there anybody out there CHORUS (X2) Words and Music - Jane Produced by David Bronze Lead vocal _Jane Piano
wacka wacka) I'll be a doctor for diseases and help you with your sneezes And practice neurosurgery on your brain! Gonna climb the Matterhorn But only after all our children
've got just one wish That his children won't grow up In a freaking trash can A piano's all I got And I know that ain't a lot Music has the power To
Keep out of reach of children Beware of overdose Too many milligram But what made a iller jam My rhyme is the rhythm of thoughts That kill a man Ideas for
hit parade of self interest I remained at number one I was Mozart's old piano with a special gold inlay I was always a lover of music but I never did
talk, I mean these sessions are going to go slower [Verse 1] This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep Some food for thought some food for
exhault The ghosts of rockefellers and vanderbilts Still met at their christmas eve charity balls Raising money not for themselves But raising it for all (and the sound of their children
of reach of children, beware of overdose Too many milligram but what made a iller jam My rhyme is the rhythm of thoughts that kill a man I deas for
for sixteen years he had never spoke a word Never taken one step for himself. But they said: CHORUS Along about three in the morning A ripple of music
be forgot and days of auld lang syne. For auld lang syne, my dear for auld lang syne We'll take a cup of kindness yet for the sake of auld lang syne
my crops to his children here on earth I'll reap my harvest in heaven... [ steel - guitar ] The time has come I must hurry along don't cry for me when
a star Now me and Delia singin' every Sunday Watchin' the children and the garden grow We listen to the radio to hear what's cookin' But the music ain
[Verse 1] This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep Some food for thought some food for death, go 'head and fuckin' eat My father's dead well
the ghosts of rockefellers and vanderbilts still met at their christmas eve charity balls raising money not for themselves but raising it for all (and the sound of their children
NARRATION He could have stayed there the entire night for to him music was the voice of god for it never needed translation and could lift up lives that
sit myself, at my instruments. Here they sit, at their intruments. And the music feels, and feels, terrifies, horrifies, forever scares. Children of the night, what music