Cut City - The Kids of Masochism High lyrics

Lift our heads up, high Lift our heads and sigh Come watch the bad moon rise Sing a 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 should have been thin We can aim all day We can claim always to do what's right 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 b**hes Where do we rest our heads Where do we rest our heads And it's gotten worse Yes somewhat worse Not a curse just the course of life We can aim all day We can claim always to do what's right 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 b**hes Where do we rest our heads Where do we rest our heads 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 b**hes Where do we rest our heads Where do we rest our heads