When I was a child, I spoke like a child
for I was a child, inside and out.
When I was a child, I spoke like a child
for a child should only ever have to be,
a child true to themselves.
Liar, liar pants on fire,
Nose as long as a telephone wire.
Old Giuseppe should’ve known better
than to play with things he knows not.
Sticks and stones may break my bones
but names will hurt forever, more,
more, more and more it hurts.
Deeply, deeply, its so hard to endure, a
child should never have to bear such things.
Liar, liar pants on fire,
Nose as long as a telephone wire.
The innocence of babes, from
the mouths of babes we speak.
But is anyone listening? I doubt it, for
children should be seen and not heard,
better still, lock them in the attic, put them
in a box; does it matter if it’s real, or just
putting us in place, for a child only knows
what it’s taught, such willingness to learn,
can have such devastating effect.
Liar, liar pants on fire,
Nose as long as a telephone wire.
Speak now or forever hold your peace,
don’t let the sun go down on your anger.
Kiss and make up, is really only make up,
to a child who knows little else, than
sugar plums and faeres, make up, believe
it is what it is, the tooth faere always came,
Santa always left me something, even if it wasn’t
what I wished for; how could a child know, that a
parent would never listen, that such one way love
and emotion could lead to such disappointment,
what would a child know, no wisdom to speak, of course.
Liar, liar pants on fire,
Nose as long as a telephone wire.
I have spoken with the tongues of angels,
I have seen visions of the Apocolypse.
The dilemma of Cassandra has been my
constant companion, the innocence of youth,
the miracle of life, the question of death, the
Wonder of the Universe, the fate of us all.
What would a child know, what would I know at all?
I still search and wonder, what could possibly still be
thought; the more I know, the more I know I don’t
know, the child never ceases learning, even if they
cease the will to live, for life brings death and death
brings life, the Ancients have always known, that the
innocence of children is more precious than any possession.
Liar, liar pants on fire,
Nose as long as a telephone wire.
I don’t care, I don’t care,
I can buy another pair.
What’s the difference you may say,
I’ll tell you that another day.
Just for now shut your mouth,
It’s just a bunch of words gone south.
When I was a child, I spoke like a child
for I was a child, inside and out.
When I was a child, I spoke like a child
for a child should only ever have to be,
a child true to themselves.
Andy Vagg 