A Message

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 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 

  A 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!