( with moonshake )
Bowling along the street like an empty carton
Mouthing words to music no-one else can hear
Rolling in the gutter like a stolen hubcab
The force field means no-one will come near
I've got a right to fly
And you're wrong to bring me down
I've got my head in the clouds
And my feet on the ground
I've got a right to fly
And you're wrong to bring me down
I've got a right to fly
Try and engage some conversation
But people's teeth grind and hackles rise
And then they get that glazed look in their eyes
They press a tarnished coin into my greasy mitt
My clothes catch the rain, the sun, the sweat
I've got a right to fly
And you're wrong to bring me down
I've got my head in the clouds
And my feet on the ground
I've got a right to fly
And you're wrong to bring me down
I've got a right to fly
One last soldier behind a shield of offense
People attacking with curled lips and glances
Mind grows propellers and pilots
And retro-rockets taking off to where the alley wind dances
I've got a right to fly
And you're wrong to bring me down
I've got my head in the clouds
And my feet on the ground
I've got a right to fly
And you're wrong to bring me down
I've got a right to fly
You're wrong
You're so wrong
1 | This Is Love |
2 | Good Fortune |
3 | Down by the Water |
4 | Send His Love to Me |
5 | Rid of Me |
6 | The Words That Maketh Murder |
7 | A Perfect Day, Elise |
8 | C'mon Billy |
9 | 50 Ft Queenie |
10 | Big Exit |