Giants!
Everybody keeps on staring at me
Bank holiday delinquents majored in hypocrisy
Of the opinion that two plus two is four
And with tattoos and voodoos they won't take it no more
Gave me rotisserie meat on a tea-plate with some salt
Said you'll grow up strong like a man if you finish it all
I said I don't do what people tell me to do
So respectfully, I must ignore you
The giants are coming
The giants are coming
The sky is falling
The sky is falling
It's been eight months and 21 days
Since I left my home on the coast in a messianic haze
And as I stand here staring into this sand
I wonder did anything ever go as I planned?
Yeah I've seen some cool things and I can rebel with the best
But I keep sinking to all fours and my hair is a mess
If this is the path that a saviour must tread
Well I hate it, but I'll take it, until I drop dead
The giants are coming
The giants are coming
The sky is falling
The sky is falling
You can never know
And I don't want to have to go home
It can never show
And I don't want to have to go home
Can you make a career out of being a martyr?
Can you bring a cheque home if all you do is walk?
Can you tell me what to do now I'm starting to falter?
Can you send me a friend 'cos I just wanna talk?
Yeah its been eight months and 21 days
And in all honesty I'm starting to go out of my face
I'm clawing and I'm scratching and I'm howling at the moon
Oh Trongoat, Trongoat, don't let me fall so soon
The giants are coming
The giants are coming
The sky is falling
The sky is falling
Bank holiday delinquents majored in hypocrisy
Of the opinion that two plus two is four
And with tattoos and voodoos they won't take it no more
Gave me rotisserie meat on a tea-plate with some salt
Said you'll grow up strong like a man if you finish it all
I said I don't do what people tell me to do
So respectfully, I must ignore you
The giants are coming
The giants are coming
The sky is falling
The sky is falling
It's been eight months and 21 days
Since I left my home on the coast in a messianic haze
And as I stand here staring into this sand
I wonder did anything ever go as I planned?
Yeah I've seen some cool things and I can rebel with the best
But I keep sinking to all fours and my hair is a mess
If this is the path that a saviour must tread
Well I hate it, but I'll take it, until I drop dead
The giants are coming
The giants are coming
The sky is falling
The sky is falling
You can never know
And I don't want to have to go home
It can never show
And I don't want to have to go home
Can you make a career out of being a martyr?
Can you bring a cheque home if all you do is walk?
Can you tell me what to do now I'm starting to falter?
Can you send me a friend 'cos I just wanna talk?
Yeah its been eight months and 21 days
And in all honesty I'm starting to go out of my face
I'm clawing and I'm scratching and I'm howling at the moon
Oh Trongoat, Trongoat, don't let me fall so soon
The giants are coming
The giants are coming
The sky is falling
The sky is falling
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Writer(s): Sam Draper
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