Roger Clyne & The Peacemakers - Mile High And Risin' lyrics

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! chorus 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 chorus