The Elderly + the Little Ones Unite in Song + Dance Lyrics

Walkin' softly beneath the plan,
My love takes me by my dead pan hand.

I carry a small fire in my back pocket
In case I need some numbin' or a good time.
Our love's eternal.
I try to use it, my hands catch flame
I get forgetful, I got the fingers with no feeling
Like they doin' bit of sleepin'.

Pray cause the youngster's right
Early to bed at night,
The children of the light,
Raise 'em with a broke T.V.

The lifter of my head.

Raise 'em with a broke telly
Raise 'em with a brokie T.V.
Raise 'em with the empty telly.
Bless 'em with a brokie empty T.V.!!!
Old ones, young ones, two step in time.