Roger Clyne and The Peacemakers
"Mile High And Risin'"

I´m tired of lickin´ them boots that been-a-kickin´ me!
sick of them sour grapes they keep-a pickin´ me!
Set loose your wings, cut the strings of your puppeteers
Freedom begins, baby, between your ears
Reach for the sky
You do not have to buy what they been advertisin´
Not when you´re mile high and risin!

opened my eyes to the lies that´d been a-trickin´ me!
cut all the horns, pulled the thorns that´d been-stickin´ me!

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If you got the feelin´ what they´re dealin´ got you livin´ under way too low a
ceiling...
cut through your doom and your gloom
c´mon and grab yourself some headroom

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