When your rife with devestation
There's a simple explaination:
You're a toynaker's creation
Trapped inside a crystal ball.
And whichever way he tilts it
Know that we must be resilient
We won't let them break our spirits
As we sing our silly song!
When I was a little filly,
a galloping blaze overtook my city
So they shipped me off to the orphanage
Said "Ditch those roots if you wanna fit in."
So I dug 1,000 holes and cut a rug with orphan foals
Memories are blurred, and their faces are obscured, but I still know the words to this song.
When you've bungled all your bangles,
And you loved ones have been mangled,
Listen to the jingle jangle
Of my gypsy tambourine!
'Cause these chords are hypnotizing
And the whole world's harmonizing
So please children stop your crying
And just sing along with me!