He is not secure in this world
Anymore
And if he grips too tightly
He could very easily fall
But it's not a case of clinging
To his own little place
It is all that is outside
That he must take up arms against
I am his superior and he is my inferior
He is the interior and I am the exterior
He doesn't need to know
What I have done
He doesn't need to understand
The poor lost and little one
There is no need for him to reject
The manner of his birth
I will always be ahead of him
I will always get there first
I am his superior and he is my inferior
He is the interior and I am the exterior
Mary had a little lamb
His name was Bobby Shafto
Little Lamby went to sea
Adrift upon a raft-o
Bobby fell into the waves
They drowned the woolly fellow
The last thing that was seen of him
His hair, so curly and yellow
I am his superior and he is my inferior
He is the interior and I am the exterior
The last thing that was seen of him
His hair, so curly and yellow
Anymore
And if he grips too tightly
He could very easily fall
But it's not a case of clinging
To his own little place
It is all that is outside
That he must take up arms against
I am his superior and he is my inferior
He is the interior and I am the exterior
He doesn't need to know
What I have done
He doesn't need to understand
The poor lost and little one
There is no need for him to reject
The manner of his birth
I will always be ahead of him
I will always get there first
I am his superior and he is my inferior
He is the interior and I am the exterior
Mary had a little lamb
His name was Bobby Shafto
Little Lamby went to sea
Adrift upon a raft-o
Bobby fell into the waves
They drowned the woolly fellow
The last thing that was seen of him
His hair, so curly and yellow
I am his superior and he is my inferior
He is the interior and I am the exterior
The last thing that was seen of him
His hair, so curly and yellow