Cherubs - 18 the Number Lyrics

Big ones little ones
But you're the ones
Who get the livins done

Get along with all the low
And then you'll find from
Where you really come

This way you'll know alone
And what it takes
To make another home

Little miss you make a fist
And grit your teeth
Till all the do is done

Repeat with adlibs
About the onion of awareness

Little miss you make a fist
And grit your teeth
Till all the gettins gone

Oh I hope you make it bean
Way past the pink and green
18, 18, 18
18, 18, 18
18, 18, 18'