Wipe the dew from your window And the smoke in your eye And it's time you were letting go To the sound of their lie
A message to the little boys that bite the hand that fed I wouldn't advise you criticise, you're in above your head!
Wipe the blood from your nose Did he find you in time? There's an eye that I'm gunning for And you won't be so blind
A message to the little boys that bite the hand that fed I wouldn't advise you criticise, you're in above your head!
We're ridin' the peaks and we're takin' the breaks Until the sleepin giant awakes We're ridin' the peaks and we're takin' the breaks Until the sleepin giant awakes
Oh mother I've been fallin' down Somehow the rain is all I have the salty it hurts my eyes!