The Nursery Year

Well happy birthday at seven years

You're still so young, you've nothing to fear

I'm here to teach you and you're here to learn

So let's start

 

Let's get to work now, we've so much to do

Don't make me angry or I'll come down on you

It's awful quiet, you all look so sad

But let's start

 

So gather around, find your place on the floor

We'll take our clothes off while I play some more

Mommy won't be here but she'll be back soon

I got a knife and this is my spoon

 

This is our secret, now don't tell a soul

Out in the playground I am diging a hole

I am in charge here and you'll do as you're told

So let's start

 

So gather around, find your place in the pile

We'll take our clothes off and play for a while

We'll use our mouths to sing a new tune

This is your bottle and this is my spoon

 

Somebody told, now everything's changed

We made the papers, and they think I'm dreanged

I'll do some time but then when I'm through

I'll find you

 

So gather around find your place in the hole

I'll throw some dirt in and seal up the bowl

You will die screaming in pain ripped with fear

Innocence blown since the nursery year

 

Gather around, find your place on the floor

We'll take our clothes off while I play some more

Mommy won't be here but she'll be back soon

I got a knife and this is my spoon

Songtext: Parameter, Matthew