Lift our heads up, high Lift our heads up, sigh Come watch the bad moon rise
Sing a drunken lullaby Opt for a humble goodbye Yes somehow trouble will await us
We can aim all day We can claim always To do what's right
We think we paved the way We only paid our way When thick was less than thin
And it's gotten worse Yes somewhat worse Not a curse just the course of life
In the middle of the night popping pills and throwing a fit Where do we rest our heads (not here) In spite of wrong and right we're righteous sons of bitches Where do we rest our heads
