They Don’t Mean No Harm

They don't mean no harm
But that don't make them harmless

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