Wipe the dew from your window

And the smoke in your eyes

And it's time you were letting go

To the sound of their lies

A message to the little boys

That bite the hand that fed

I wouldn't advise you to criticise

Your 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 to criticise

Your in above your head

(Instrumental)

Wooooh...

We're riding the peace and we're taking the breaks

Until the sleeping giant awakes

We're riding the peace and we're taking the breaks

Until the sleeping giant awakes

Oh, mother

I've been falling down

Somehow the rain is all I have

The salty rain, it hurts my eyes