When you're rife with devastation 
There's a simple explanation: 
You're a toymaker'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 this 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 one thousand holes and cut [bad word] 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 your 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