A ticker tape parade, of tiny little words

Spat in the punch, while your backs were turned

And it ain’t what’s said, so much as what’s heard

No it ain’t what’s said

Shaping up like fighters, these tired old stags

Boxing at shadows and wet paper bags

Swingin’ so low

Sweet charity no

Kicking up the dirt yeah

Blowing in here talking loud

And wooing the crowd

Move on, get gone

It’s a force of nature

Force of nature

(Like a) Force of nature

So you shoot from the lip, that’s a nice little earner

But how bout some love for the visual learner

Some kind of display

Some kindness today

Kicking up the dirt yeah

Blowing in here talking loud

And wooing the crowd

Move on, get gone

It’s a force of nature

Force of nature

Force of nature

Kicking up the dirt yeah

Like a force of nature

Blowing in here talking loud

And wooing the crowd

Move on, get gone

It’s a force of nature

Force of nature

Force of nature

Force of nature

Force of nature

Move on, get gone