Who the hell are those dudes?

Hear them crying from the rooftops

Pointing shaky fingers at those grizzly bear lumberjacks

Woah (woah)

The hand that binds is the death that tolls

It won't seem long if you don't grow old

The odds are bad so don't look close

Relax it's business unusual

It might seem wrong but feels too right to know

If it don't make sense then just go with the flow

Our brightest days are yet to come

Heads held high

Our brightest days are yet to come

Where the hell are you from?

See them scratching at their eyeballs

Wondering what we're doing and the vibes that we're living on

Woah (woah)

You can't keep down a good death bro

If the casket fits it's time to fold

The odds are shit, the calls are close

I told you it's business unusual

It might seem wrong but feels too right to know

If it don't make sense then just go with the flow

Our brightest days are yet to come

Heads held high

Our brightest days are yet to come

Heads held high

Always moving forward

Eyes wide open

Always moving forward

Don't look back, won't waste my time

We've slept too long, it's time to set these days ablaze

We will burn them all

When the sun comes out it's time to roll me away

We will burn them all

Our brightest days are yet to come

Heads held high

Our brightest days are yet to come

Heads held high