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 

Before the dark ages of man 

Crawled onto land 

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 

The dark ages of man

Crawls onto dry land