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Lyrics Rare Americans - Gas Mask

I've got a lot of pent up energy it seems
Couple nights of tossing, turning
Strange as dreams have ever been
Where am I gonna be, come 10 years from now?
A decade ago I was writing this same shit down

I got a lot on my mind, need to get it sorted out
Like a riddle or a puzzle with the pieces scattered 'bout
What's the picture of? What route?
Can't think about the doubts
Gotta get up if you get knocked out

You've got 2 ways
You've got today
You've got to do what the fuck you say
You've had your woes
You've had your your lows
You've got to pull yourself out of the holes

Everybody gets stalled, blackballed, mind your head
That's what the sign above me read
Everybody "Mind Your Head"
It was the sign I needed
"Mind Your Head"
"Mind Your Head"

I got a grocery list of things that I'd erase
7 deadly sins, each of them at some point got a taste
I was on a good path, watched it all explode
Lost everything I knew, oh me oh my, reload!

Been on a hell of a road, still on it today
I have walked through many lives
Took a piece of each with me
Life's a journey till the end
Taking chapters as they come
Keep your head above the water
Eyes sheltered from the sun

I can't get back
The days gone by
The past has passed
But the future's mine

I can't get back
The days gone by
The past has passed
But the future's mine

You've got 2 ways
You've got today
You've got to do what the fuck you say
You've had your woes
You've had your your lows
You've got to pull yourself out of the holes

Everybody gets stalled, blackballed, mind your head
That's what the sign above me read
Everybody "Mind Your Head"
It was the sign I needed
"Mind Your Head"
"Mind Your Head"
"Mind Your head"
"Mind Your Head"

What's happening?
What's happening?
I don't know what's happening
I'm trappin' in my head again
I'm stressing for the medicine
The hocus pocus focus
Thought-forms, a swarm of locusts
But the crack brains not on coke
Just in a race to go broke
The grind it's hard to cope
So you charter up a rope
Who wants to die an ordinary bloke?
Ordinary Mary marries ordinary Joe
Ordinary's scary, ordinary blows

You've got 2 ways
You've got today
You've got to do what the fuck you say
You've had your woes
You've had your your lows
You've got to pull yourself out of the holes

Don't hold on
Don't hold on
Don't hold on to the past
Don't hold on
Don't hold on
Don't hold on to the past
It's a gas mask
It's a gas mask