Giant - Matthew Good

Shake me, I’m waiting

In your new ark they’re saying

I’m the creature in your sick thing

Everybody sees a giant

When the bad Moon in your heart sings

And your wind-up gears start grinding

Your teeth feel you smiling

The better, happier you

A better, happier you

When you blow out like a dead star

It reminds me how uniform your beautiful is

We carry on like it’s easy

Like you’re all out and I’m your man

Baby, I’m your man

Hit me, I’m bleeding

In your lounger, on your grooming

It’s the future, it’s whoring

The better, happier you

A better, happier you

When you blow out like a dead star

It reminds me how uniform your beautiful is

We carry on like it’s easy

Like you’re all out, and I’m your man

Baby, I’m your man

When you blow out like a dead star

It reminds me how uniform your beautiful is

We carry on like we’re easy

Like we’re all out, and I’m your man

Baby, I’m your man

When you blow out like a dead star

It reminds me how uniform your beautiful is

We carry on like it’s easy

Like you’re all out and I’m your man

Baby, I’m your man

That’s the way we spell «success»