Troubles

When the mothers are gone

It's a party

When the shade hits the sun

It's a party

It's over and done

Over and done

Over and done, and done

It's over and done

Over and done

Over and done, and done

When tongues become conspicuous

And we are overrun

We grind our teeth into the dust

And sleep until we're older

When the dirt hides the floor

It's a party

When we unhinge the doors

It's a party

When the fighting is fun

It's a party

When the hammers are flung

It's a party

It's over and done

Over and done

Over and done, and done

It's over and done

Over and done

Over and done, and done