Beneath the shady mezzanine keep it when you want to belong
Keep it when you want to belong
Tied like windshields in the night
I keep my head up for guilty ray
I keep my head up for bitchy braids
I keep my head on for pretty jades
You get all too lot of pepper in your forecast
Send in the romance of people with their dreadlocks
I keep my head up for ships and shades
My God I can't believe I am still going
July fourth, raging fortune, dream about the witch trials
Woah, woah, my God I can't believe I am still going