Little people

Little people running up and down the walls.
I can see all the pretty plans in their eyes.
Little people reaching up from the floor.
I can see them trying to pick their best disguise.
Little people grabbing hold of my arms.
I can see that there's a crowd in my way.
Little people screaming piercing little words happily.
Trying to have their little way.

I don't want ever to let their filthy hands take me over.
I don't want to let their little dirty hands in my mind.
They can't get to me they can't get to me,
They can't get to me I'm not on their side.

Little people trying to cover up my eyes.
So I can't see what they want to do to my face.
Little people singing simple little so I will sleep.
Trying to get me out of their way.

I don't want ever to let their filthy hands take me over.
I don't want to let their little dirty hands in my mind.

They can't get to me they can't get to me,
They can't get to me they can't get to me.
They can't get to me they can't get to me.
They can't get to me they can't get to me.
They can't get to me they can't get to me.

I don't want ever to let their filthy hands take me over.
I don't want to let their little dirty hands in my mind.
They can't get to me they can't get to me,
They can't get to me I'm not on their side.