We keep hiding up all our Easter eggsnFor reasons we just can't saynWe're hiding up all our moneynWhen the tax man comes to preynnWe keep hiding and hiding and hidingnAll our bits and precious bobsnWe're hiding all our frecklesnOur wrinkles and dead-end jobsnnWe keep hiding and hiding and hidingnFrom all our hope and fearnUntil hate boils through usnAnd there's no one left to carennWell we hide from what we wantnSo oisonous and so concernednOh we hide from even our thoughtsnUntil they come around againnnI can't seenWhat you've donenLet me [x2]nnAll for onenWe all come out to play [x3]nnWell we duck and we dodgenWith pocketed covernAll our scraps and ticksnnHiding up all our lusts for needsnSo they won't know our kicksnnWe keep hiding and hiding and hidingnUnder blankets inside our bednWe nervously chew up our pencilsnUntil our teeth are stained of leadnnWe keep nestling to people like teddy bearsnBecause the good book saidnWell he who holds to soft things won't die before their deadnnAll for onenI can't seenWhat you've donenLet me [x2]nnWe all come out to play [x2]nnI can't seenWhat you've donenLet menWe all come out to playnAll for onennWe keep hiding and hiding and hidingnFrom robbers and from copsnHiding our paranoid fitsnSnaps, Cracks, and PopsnnWell we hide from what we wantnSo naive and drenched in sinnWe hide from even our thoughtsnUntil they come around againnnSo we nervously chew up our pencilsnUntil our teeth are stained of leadnAnd Me who holds to soft things won't die before I'm dead