Well it's my very little wonder and it's one that I will keep,

But you can take it with you if it helps you when you're trying to sleep...

and the men who are a cut above today are often not so very deep.

Young ladies of means will say "I am, I am, I am, I am, I am",

Sitting on the edges of their seats on the light rail train,

amoungst the could-a-beens, the also-rans -



It's very little wonder if you cry,

It's very little wonder you don't cry,

The birds were framed, the babies were framed,

and so too the black sky.



You can't hear the ready laughter in my song,

When I was laughing all day yesterday and all night long,

till we shook off the fears, and had us both in tears,

O brother don't clean out your ears and you might be amazed

to find the secrets of the city in its alley ways,

In the bins behind the swill cafes,

amid the clean-picked chicken bones and cartilage

a spirit groans, a small heart beats and a red beak groans

"O pity, where's my little body gone?"



You'll know why, it's very little wonder you don't cry,

Don't be ashamed of a guilty little rain,

and don't be ashamed,

it's just the drink, it's just the drink, it's just the drink.



One marks a place, one makes a time,

One stops a'living, one goes about a'dying...



Somebody blew their brains out in this room,

I can feel it like it happened just this afternoon,

One the wall behind some furniture there's a stain in the shape of Africa,

O fear walks tall, when it's halfway up the hill with it's friend alcohol.

I could hear the heavy footsteps in his hollow halls,

Little wonder that he soon devised to rid them all

in one great gushing fall,

The billion tiny devil's feet that nightly walk that bloody beat



Hi ho, ho hum,

Get yourself a gun,

Open up your heart,

and let the bleeders run,

Hi ho, ho hum,

Move the thing along,

Open up your heart

and let the bleeders run,

Hi ho, ho hum,

Think about your mum,

Open up your heart

and let the evening come darkly in