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