Lyrics Children - Jestamang

O doe
You roll down the hill
Organic sense sits still

O doe
When did my old friend
Begin wearing bull head

Watch the children spin

I make sense of this
To meet odds and ends
Trip the scent
Curve the reck

Well I'd trip the scent
And then curve the reck

When I was the little ghoul
That was the first jolt

I was sold
I was sold

O doe
You roll down the hill
Organic sense still

Watch the children spin
Watch the children spin