Giants

Giants are things of fairy tales and dreams They're big, not small, they're giants after all Nobody thinks they're real; you're sure you'll never see one Until you find yourself in the path of one that's angry Then you run and you run and you scream real loud in hopes of getting away And you try and you try with all of your might but you're not getting away Not this time around Giants sure seem like harmless fantasy creatures They're brute and strong, their legs are very long Then you find one fast asleep; it seems charming and very cuddly Until it wakes up and rips your heart out of your chest So you run and you run, and you scream real loud in hopes of getting away You cry and you cry till your bones go dry, but you're not getting away Not this time around, not this time around