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 

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 

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!