For some it's a cigarette
For some it's a blackjack bet
For some it's playing Russian roulette
With the bottle
For some it's a broken heart
Pink slip in a foreclosed yard
Eighteen in a goodbye car
Waving to her father
Whoa-whoa we all, we all, we all
We all got giants
We all feel like David facing Goliath sometimes
Well, they make us feel so small, back us against the wall
But they don't know they're turning underdogs to lions
So bring on those giants
For some it's a locker room
Makeup on a bourbon bruise
For some it's a Sunday pew
Talking to Jesus
For some it's the sound of goodbye
A single seeing two pink lines
Some people gotta stay high
And some are scared of flying
Scared of trying, scared of dying
We all got giants
We all feel like David facing Goliath sometimes
Well, they make us feel so small, back us against the wall
But they don't know they're turning underdogs to lions
So bring on those giants
Well, we all, we all, we all got them skeletons in the closet (ooh)
We all, we all, we all got them mountains worth climbin' (ooh)
They're testing our faith in defiance (ooh)
We all got giants
We all feel like David facing Goliath sometimes
Well, they make us feel so small, back us against the wall
But they don't know they're turning underdogs to lions
So bring on those giants (bring on, bring on the giants, yeah)
Bring on those giants (bring on, bring on the giants, yeah)
For some it's a cigarette
For some it's a blackjack bet
For some it's playing Russian roulette
With the bottle
For some it's a broken heart
Pink slip in a foreclosed yard
Eighteen in a goodbye car
Waving to her father