They preach to the choir, always in the permanent daylight
They toss paper tigers from their perfect porcelain skylines, shatterproof spires
Listen for the sound, as it all comes crashing down
They light the world on fire, just to watch it burn
It’ll be their funeral pyre, but they never seem to learn
And we paid the price, we paid for their crimes with our blood
And our lives
Heart pounds to the sound comin’ after me.
Step back. What is that? It’s a mystery.
Is it somethin’? Pro’bly nothin’.
Still I find a way to scare myself
‘Til I remember this all feels familiar,
And I know better.
They are only paper tigers followin’ me
In the wild imagination of the make believe, oh.
And there’s a fighter, a survivor arisin’ in me.
I’m not afraid of paper tigers.
Night brings creepy things, and I hide away.
False fears disappear in the light of day. (light of day)
The sun is risin’; I’m realizin’
The only thing to fear is fear itself.
Now I am certain that my beast of burden
Isn’t worth the worry.
They are only paper tigers followin’ me
In the wild imagination of the make believe, oh.
And there’s a fighter, a survivor arisin’ in me.
I’m not afraid of paper tigers. Oh (paper paper tigers) oh oh (oh oh)
They are only paper tigers followin’ me
In the wild imagination of the make believe.
And there’s a fighter, a survivor arisin’ in me.
I’m not afraid of paper tigers.
(They are only paper tigers) followin’ me yeah
(In the wild imagination) Oh, they’re only make believe, wow
There’s a fighter, a survivor arisin’ in me.
I’m not afraid, and I won’t run away from paper tigers.
Ooo ooo
Written by Mark Heimermann, Wayne Kirkpatrick
