Wild Eyes - The Glorious Sons

When I was a kid, I was scared of the devil

I didn’t realize he was the world’s first rebel

Had a dream about a war, circa 1994

I woke up in a cold sweat, singing heavy metal

I’m scared of humans, I’m scared of bombs

I’m worried 'bout white kids carrying guns

Wrapped a noose around my neck, 'cause I just couldn’t hide

I felt it 'round my throat, and I couldn’t stop laughing

The colour of your lips is the same as the blood on my hands

These wild eyes of yours

Pick me up, take me home, I can barely stand

These wild eyes of yours

I used to believe there was some kind of power

Running through the world that I’ll never understand

It made me wanna keep searching, and find out what I can

Now I’m looking for a way to erase everything

'Cause look around, honey, break it down for your honey

We built this all out of fear of just being monkeys

Don’t let it upset you, it’s really kinda funny

The only thing you can’t explain is why you still love me

The colour of your lips is the same as the blood on my hands

These wild eyes of yours

Pick me up, take me home, I can barely stand

These wild eyes of yours

For now

For now

For now

For now

For now

These wild eyes of yours

These wild eyes of yours

These wild eyes of yours

These wild eyes of yours