These are not the words we throw over the fence
To a naughty neighbour in anger
These are not the careless words we spit
When drunk and filled with self-importance, no
These are bound in chains, dancing to ridicule
Wrapped in crooked memories
Of what was begun, left unfinished
These are not the words we chant
In our holy congregations, enraptured
These are not the words of arrogance
Hurled at you by a man of book and learning, oh
These are painted red for the loves we've lost
And the pain we spread around
On the sodden sands of time
And, woah, oh-oh-oh
They're coming at you
Woah, oh-oh-oh
They're coming
Woah, oh-oh-oh
They're coming at you
Woah, oh-oh-oh, hey
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These are not the words you put to bed
With a lullaby of metaphors
These are not the words you clothe (clothe)
In the linen of doublespeak and hyperbole
These are bound in hope, for a mighty change
Stir up all the slumberers
To the rising sun of a new day
These are not the words you quote
When in court and they ask you, "Why?" (yeah, why?)
These are not the feathery words we breathe
To cover up an errant flatulence, no
These are made for joy, for the ecstasy
'Cause every day we ride out
On the alphabets of transformation
And, woah, oh-oh-oh
They're coming at you
Woah, oh-oh-oh
They're coming (these are not the words, the words)
Woah, oh-oh-oh
They're coming at you
Woah, oh-oh-oh, hey (they're coming right at you)
These are not the words, the words (thay're coming at you)
Woah, oh-oh-oh (they're coming, they're coming, they're coming)
These are not the words, the words (they're coming at you)
Woah, oh-oh-oh, they're coming right at you (these are not the words, the words)
They're coming at you (they're coming, they're coming, they're coming)
(These are not the words, the words)