Matthew Good Band - Giant Lyrics
Shake me, Im waitingIn your new arc theyre sayingIm the creature in your sick thingEverybody sees a giantWhen the bad moon in your heart singsAnd your wind up gears start grindingYour teeth feel you smilingA better, happier youThe better happier youWhen you blow out like a dead starIt reminds me how uniform your beautiful isWe carry on like its easyLike youre all out and Im your manHit me, Im bleedingIn your lounger, on your groomingIts the future thats whoringThe better, happier youA better happier youWhen you blow out like a dead starIt reminds me how uniform your beautiful isWe carry on like its easyLike youre all outAnd Im your manBaby Im your man