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.
