Right to Fly - Moonshake

Rolling along the street like an empty carton

Mouthing words to music no one else can hear

Rolling in the gutter like a stolen hubcap

The force field means no one comes near

I’ve got a right to fly

But you’re wrong to bring me down

I got my head in the clouds

And my feet on the ground

I’ve got a right to fly

And you’re wrong to bring me down

I’ve got a right to fly

Try and engage some conversation but people’s teeth grind

And heckles rise and then they get that glazed look in there eyes

They press a tarnished coin into my greasy mitt

My clothes catch the rain, the sun, the sweat

I’ve got a right to fly

But you’re wrong to bring me down

I got my head in the clouds

And my feet on the ground

I’ve got a right to fly

And you’re wrong to bring me down

I’ve got a right to fly

One less soldier behind the shield of offense

Mind grows propellers and pilots and retro rockets

Taking off to where the alley wind and says

I’ve got a right to fly

But you’re wrong to bring me down

I got my head in the clouds

And my feet on the ground

I’ve got a right to fly

And you’re wrong to bring me down

I got my head in the clouds

And my feet on the ground

I’ve got a right to fly

I’ve got a right to fly

But you’re wrong to bring me down

I got my head in the clouds

And my feet on the ground

I’ve got a right to fly

And you’re wrong to bring me down

I got my head in the clouds

And my feet on the ground

I’ve got a right to fly

But you’re wrong to bring me down

I’ve got a right to fly

And you’re wrong to bring me down

I’ve got a right to fly

I’ve got a right to fly