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
