Hawksley Workman Maniacs Lyrics

Maniacs Lyrics

dinosaur-us 

dead kites in farmer's fields 
the jailed dreamers are
growing gills 

so eat it up you maniacs 
eat the whole thing
you
maniacs

fat-so-saur-us 

the possibilities of open skies 
and
the worms rule as silent kings 

so eat it up 
you fatso's 
gobble
the whole thing 
you fatso's 

baby be absolutely quiet 
as we
untie the boat 
and push ourselves from shore 

We'll remember
you
you poor souls 
you poor slaves 
they're building the city
on
your broken backs 

and what of your own fires? 
what of your own
fires?

we're leaving you now 
when your cinders are so cold