Though we might have precious little
It's still precious
I like that song
About this wonderful world
It's got a sunny point of view
And sometimes I feel it's true
At least for a few of us
I like that world
It makes a wonderful song
But there's a darker point of view
But sadly just it's true
For so many among us
Though we might have precious little
It's still precious
In the sweetest child there's a vicious streak
In the strongest man there's a child so weak
In the whole wide world there's no magic place
So you might as well rise put on your bravest face
Put on your bravest face
I like that show
Where they solve all the murders
An heroic point of view
It's got justice and vengeance too
At least so the story goes
I like that story
Makes a satisfying case
But theres a messy point of view
That's sadly just as true
For so many among us
In softest voice threes an acid tongue
In the oldest eyes theres a soul so young
In the shakiest will there's a core of steel
On the smoothest ride there's a squeaky wheel
In the sweetest child there's a vicious streak
In the strongest man there's a child so weak
In the whole wide world there's no magic place
So you might as well rise put on your bravest face
Put on your bravest face
In softest voice threes an acid tongue...
Though we might have precious little
It's still precious
In softest voice threes an acid tongue
In the oldest eyes theres a soul so young
In the shakiest will theres a core of steel
On the smoothest ride there's a squeaky wheel
In the sweetest child there's a vicious streak
In the strongest man there's a child so weak
In the whole wide world there's no magical place
So you might as well rise put on your bravest face
Oh you might as well rise put on your bravest face
Put on your bravest face
Put on your bravest face
Put on your bravest face
