Giants!

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-	Consider this:<br>	+	Everybody keeps on staring at me<br>
-	I used to walk these lands<br>	+	Bank holiday delinquents majored in hypocrisy<br>
-	Coast to coast, back to back<br>	+	Of the opinion that two plus two is four<br>
-	Month of sundays, bipartisan<br>	+	And with tattoos and voodoos they won't take it anymore<br>
	<br>		<br>
-	The seizures that the cold brought on<br>	+	Gave me rotisserie meat on a teaplate with some salt<br>
-	16 days, 14 feet, 12 mistakes<br>	+	Said you'll grow up strong like a man if you finish it all<br>
-	At the coast with a handful of sand<br>	+	I said I don't do what people tell me to do<br>
-	There is nothing left to do but pray<br>   (???)	+	So respectfully I must ignore you<br>
	<br>		<br>
-	''The giants are calling<br>	+	''The giants are coming<br>
		+	''The giants are coming<br>
	''The skys are falling<br>		''The skys are falling<br>
-	''The giants are calling<br>
	''The skys are falling<br>		''The skys are falling<br>
	<br>		<br>
-	Someone told me a story<br>	+	It's been eight months and 21 days<br>
-	about badgers and beavers and all this woodland stuff<br>	+	Since I left my home on the coast in a Messianic haze<br>
-	And beneath the sand they survive<br>	+	And as I stand here staring into this sand<br>
-	And beneath the sand we'll hide<br>	+	I wonder did anything ever go as I planned?<br>
	<br>		<br>
-	So forget everything we were told<br>	+	Yeah I've seen some call things and I can rebel with the best<br>
-	I've done shit no one else will ever know!<br>	+	But I keep sinking to all fours and my hair is a mess<br>
-	I'm the trongoat, I'm the lord<br>	+	If this is the path that a saviour must tread<br>
-	Of everything you will ever miss.<br>	+	Well I hate it, but I'll take it, until I drop dead<br>
	<br>		<br>
-	''The giants are calling<br>	+	''The giants are coming<br>
		+	''The giants are coming<br>
		+	''The skys are falling<br>
		+	''The skys are falling<br>
		+	<br>
		+	You can never know<br>
		+	And I don't want to have to go home<br>
		+	It can never show<br>
		+	And I don't want to have to go home<br>
		+	<br>
		+	Can you make a career out of being a martyr?<br>
		+	Can you bring a cheque home if all you do is walk?<br>
		+	Can you tell me what to do now I'm starting to falter?<br>
		+	Can you send me a friend cos I just wanna talk?<br>
		+	<br>
		+	Yeah its been Eight months and 21 days<br>
		+	And in all honesty I'm starting to go out of my face<br>
		+	I'm clawing and scratching and howling at the moon<br>
		+	Oh Trongoat, Trongoat, don't let me fall so soon<br>
		+	<br>
		+	''The giants are coming<br>
		+	''The giants are coming<br>
	''The skys are falling<br>		''The skys are falling<br>
-	''The giants are calling<br>
	''The skys are falling<br>		''The skys are falling<br>
	<br>		<br>

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Revision as of 23:45, 19 November 2007

Fifth track from V: The Meandering Notes of Men in Goats, originally going on Thus Spake Mamareeko, found favour with Bench and got some new words.

Lyrics

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 anymore

Gave me rotisserie meat on a teaplate 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 skys are falling
The skys are 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 call 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 skys are falling
The skys are 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 scratching and howling at the moon
Oh Trongoat, Trongoat, don't let me fall so soon

The giants are coming
The giants are coming
The skys are falling
The skys are falling