Though we might have precious little
It's still precious

I like that song about this wonderful world
It's got a sunny point of view
And sometimes I feel it's true
At least for a few of us...

I like that world
That makes a wonderful song
But there's a darker point of view

But sadly just as true
For so many among us

Though we might have precious little
It's still precious

In the sweetest child
There's a vicious streak
In the strongest mind
There's a child so weak

In the whole wide world
There's no magic place
So you might as well rise
Put on your bravest face!

Put on your bravest face...

I like that show
Where they solve all the murders
And your growing point of view
It's got justice and vengeance too

At least as the story goes...

I like that story
It makes a satisfying case
But there's a messy point of view

That's sadly just as true
For so many among us
For so many among us...

In the softess voice
There's an acid tongue
In the oldest eyes
There's a soul so young

In the shakiest will
There's a core of steel
In the smoothest ride
There's a squeaky wheel

In the sweetest child
There's a vicious streak
In the strongest mind
There's a child so weak

In the whole wide world
There's no magic place
So you might as well rise
Put on your bravest face!

Put on your bravest face...

In the softess voice
There's an acid tongue
In the oldest eyes
There's a soul so young

In the shakiest will
There's a core of steel
On the smoothest ride
There's a squeaky wheel

In the sweetest child
There's a vicious streak
In the strongest man
There's a child so weak

In the whole wide world
There's no magic place
So you might as well rise
Put on your bravest face!

Put on your bravest face...

Though we might have precious little
It's still precious

In the softess voice
There's an acid tongue
In the oldest eyes
There's a soul so young