They Don't Mean No Harm

Here comes another one, he’s
Gonna have your arm off
These teeth they’re razor sharp and
You can’t disarm them
Down here in the deep
Where the sun don’t reach
The dark ages of man
Crawls onto land
Come on come on come on come on
Come on come on come on come on
You know what they say
Well neither do they
Here comes another one he’s
Gonna have your arm off
There’s no democracy just
Gold-plated armour
Down here in the deep
Where the sun don’t reach
Before the dark ages of man
Crawls onto dry land
Come on come on come on come on
Come on come on come on come on
Come on come on come on come on
Come on come on come on come on