Felling Giants

Fell asleep to the young heartbeat of

The 20th Century

Tick tock to the talk of tyrants

Little hands spent a long time

Pulling at the pant leg of this town

With stomachs rumbling

We fed their hearts instead

We told them tales

Of felling giants

Flew South living hand to mouth

Just waiting out the winter

Cut ties with the lives before

Work week don't you dare speak

Telling them your pay has come in short

With stomachs rumbling

We fed their hearts instead

And Told them tales

Of felling giants

Hold fast

Hold tight

Hold on 'cause you're getting tired

Friend died on the factory line

Something died in me

Saw red and I grabbed a wrench

Threw it into the big machine

They're taking our lives

We'll take their steam

Who's with me

One by one workers rise

I stared into their eyes

And said we're ready

To fell some giants