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 feeds

I wouldn't advise you to criticize

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

Who bite the hand that feeds

I wouldn't advise you to criticize

You're in above your head

♪

We're riding the peaks and we're taking the brakes

Until a sleeping giant awakes

We're riding the peaks and we're taking the brakes

Until a sleeping giant awakes

♪

Oh mother, I've been falling down somehow

The rain is all I have

The salty rain, it hurts my eyes