Please, please, make love freeze
And break apart
in the middle (of it)?
Then they could see the hate
When they separate
And taste the salt
of their tears
No, no
it's all about experience
Control, you might
as well be wood, no good
Why why, your questions die
In a shout and no attention
You might have said
That they both were dead
So put the puzzle away
But no
it's all about experience
Control, they're gonna
give you none, no fun
Don't tell the kids
they'll never understand it
Don't tell the kids
don't waste your time, no
<Interlude>
Get back, it's a heart attack
And the planet needs a doctor
We can tell it looks like hell
But they make us close our eyes
No, it's all about experience
And control, you might
as well be stone, alone
Don't tell the kids
they'll never understand it
Don't tell the kids
don't waste your time, yeah
<Interlude>
Don't tell the kids
they'll never get the picture
Don't tell the kids
you waste your time, yeah
Don't tell the kids
they just don't understand it
Don't tell the kids
don't waste your time, time
<Interlude>
Talk to the animals
Anyone who'll answer
Any fool will do
Just don't tell the kids
cked down
and they put you first in line
And so you finally ask yourself
just how big you are
and take your place in a wiser
world of bigger motor cars
<Intelrude>
So Where the hell was Biggles
when you needed him
last Saturday
And where were all the sportsmen
who always pulled you though
They're all resting down
in Cornwall
writing up their memoirs
for a paper-back edition
of the Boy Scout Manual
See there! A man born