Wreckless Eric — They Dont 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