Coming at You

These are not the words we throw over the fence
 To a naughty neighbour in anger
 These are not the careless words we spit
 When drunk and filled with self-importance, no
 These are bound in chains, dancing to ridicule
 Wrapped in crooked memories
 Of what was begun, left unfinished
 These are not the words we chant
 In our holy congregations, enraptured
 These are not the words of arrogance
 Hurled at you by a man of book and learning, oh
 These are painted red for the loves we've lost
 And the pain we spread around
 On the sodden sands of time
 And, woah, oh-oh-oh
 They're coming at you
 Woah, oh-oh-oh
 They're coming
 Woah, oh-oh-oh
 They're coming at you
 Woah, oh-oh-oh, hey
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 These are not the words you put to bed
 With a lullaby of metaphors
 These are not the words you clothe (clothe)
 In the linen of doublespeak and hyperbole
 These are bound in hope, for a mighty change
 Stir up all the slumberers
 To the rising sun of a new day
 These are not the words you quote
 When in court and they ask you, "Why?" (yeah, why?)
 These are not the feathery words we breathe
 To cover up an errant flatulence, no
 These are made for joy, for the ecstasy
 'Cause every day we ride out
 On the alphabets of transformation
 And, woah, oh-oh-oh
 They're coming at you
 Woah, oh-oh-oh
 They're coming (these are not the words, the words)
 Woah, oh-oh-oh
 They're coming at you
 Woah, oh-oh-oh, hey (they're coming right at you)
 These are not the words, the words (thay're coming at you)
 Woah, oh-oh-oh (they're coming, they're coming, they're coming)
 These are not the words, the words (they're coming at you)
 Woah, oh-oh-oh, they're coming right at you (these are not the words, the words)
 They're coming at you (they're coming, they're coming, they're coming)
 (These are not the words, the words)