Chris Labella - Head in the Clouds lyrics

[Verse 1] In the back of the cla**room he sits, waving his fists Running his mouth, distracting all the other kids Not to mention how he never pays attention to his teacher's lesson And she has had enough of it She labels him a space cadet when really he's just bored And given any kind of test he gets the highest scores But she's a**ured he's a trouble maker So she sends him down to have a face to face with the counselors They try to narrow him down. He's on a larger scope Throw him in with a crowd of slackers, clowns, and dopes But none of these describe his personality Because the powers that be are all a f**ing joke Because every time they try to listen to the boy they get annoyed And the more he acts out the more he gets ignored Send him to doctors and therapists to silence the noise No second thoughts about how his imagination's destroyed [Hook] (Your head is in the clouds) I just want to live while I'm alive So I spend my time Flying high And you'll never shoot me from the sky Never shoot me from the sky (Your head is in the clouds) My body's sinking while my mind flies Ready aim fire I'm Flying High But you'll never shoot me from the sky Never shoot me from the sky [Verse 2] Send him to doctors and therapists to silence the noise Feed him feelings that he's broke instead of feeding him poise Whatever happened to boys will be boys? They'd rather give him medication than give him a choice His voice retreats into the shelter of his room Alone he unleashes it over his favorite tune Far removed from judgmental ears he faces his fears making his mental immune To all the bullsh** fed to him to keep him still Sinners on the pulpit telling him they mean him well Bowing to religion, submission is what they're trying to sell But he never buys it, the fire inside him burns like hell So if his body burns, oh well At least he'll go up in smoke like Cheech and Chong The whole system is a joke and teaches wrong That's why he never listens when they try to tell him [Hook] [Verse 3] Take a pill the size of a pillow and shove it down his throat Bristly as a brillow washing his mind with soap Best of intentions undoubtedly hoped But in reality it's more like a murder she wrote Because to those doctors and therapists that silenced the noise Personality was a casuality they couldn't avoid Whatever happened to boys will be boys? They'd rather give him medication than give him a voice [Hook]