Headin' for the Top Now

We should be headin' for the top now

We've have a hundred thousand years

We should've found a little heaven in our soul

That should've washed away the tears

Instead we're wasted all the time

And there's a thousand ways to cry

And in our haste to find a little more from life

We didn't notice that we'd died

And we'll be losin' all the time

We'll be choking back the tears

And we'll be seein' only white light in our mind

And it's been blinding us for years

She got a rhythm in her soul

She got a rainbow in her eyes

She gotta little bit of hurtin' deep inside

And its hurt you're gonna try

And I've been shooting up my time

I've been holdin' down the fear

We should be headin' for the top now little child

But I've been rotting here for years

And we'll be calling the dark

I'll be holding back the shame

We should be headin' for the top now little child

But she'll be dancing on your grave

And I'll be calling for a god

I'll be calling out for more

And I've been given all the riches in my heart

That she'll be selling at the door

She got a heavy duty soul

She got a twinkle in her eye

And she's polluting all the air waves with her song

And it's a song I'm gonna buy

And then she comes into my room

She caught me messin' on the floor

She got a little bit of heaven in her soul

That got me crawlin' back for more

She got a rumour in her heart

She got a twinkle in her eye

She got a little bit of hurtin' deep inside

And it's a hurt I'm gonna try

But her ambition's such a drag

She made a coffin for my dreams

And now I'm losing all I had now

To stay in love by any means

And I'm forgettin' all the time

I should've photographed my mind

She got a little bit of heaven deep inside

And its a heaven I should find

And there's a stagger in our walk

And there's a stutter in our name

And you'll be seeing only white light

And there'll be nothing more to gain

We should be headin' for the top now

We've had a hundred thousand years

Instead we're losing all we got now

To cry a hundred thousand tears

We should be heading for the top now

But we'll be crawling on the floor

Instead we're losing all we got now

To cry a hundred thousand more

Mary, Mary quite contrary

How does your future go?

Backstreet dealin'

Midnight stealin'

Oh does your mother know?

Sadie, Sadie

Quite the lady

How does your fortune grow?

Fixin' hustlin'

Pimpin' cussin'

Don't let the damage show