Lyrics The Giant - Jack Conte

I guess you're done. You're doomed.
You can stop licking your wounds.
You're just recycled ash. You're just going back
But the strong will survive! The poets will cry, but not I. Not I
The planets move, and all is right!
Draw the giant's outline in chalk next to the bloody
Slingshot's rock, and we'll bury him along with your statistics
And the weak will comply, leak, and resign with still eyes. Still eyes
The planets move, and so do I!