Текст Middle Class Rut – Pick Up Your Head

I don’t set out to please them, god I don’t need them
Gotta be something in the food that they feed them
There’s a dead end sign on your door
You better not come around here anymore

The alarm went off so you get up, get out of bed
You look at yourself and you just don’t like it
So how do you play when the hand that you’re dealt
It just don’t feel right

It just don’t feel right
It just don’t…

You’re a yellow line on a highway
That just won’t end, that just won’t end
Waiting to get run over
And over and over again
You write small checks to big men
To pay your bills to make ends
But where’s the end you fucker
You said one day it’d be here

One day it’ll be here
One day it’ll be…

Pick up your head, pick up your head, pick up head
Pick up your head, pick up your head, pick up head
So let the weak ones line up, let ’em all fall in
Let ’em all go just another one down
Pick up your head, pick up your head, pick up head
Pick up your head, pick up your head, pick up head
So let the weak ones line up, let ’em all fall in
Let ’em all go just another one down

I don’t set out to need them, I don’t believe them
God I wanna bite that hand that’s feeding

But the alarm went off so you get up, you get outta bed
You look at yourself you still don’t like it
But what do you say to yourself when yourself
Ain’t got nothing to say to you

Pick up your head, pick up your head, pick up head
Pick up your head, pick up your head, pick up head
So let the weak ones line up, let ’em all fall in
Let ’em all go just another one down
Pick up your head, pick up your head, pick up head
Pick up your head, pick up your head, pick up head
So let the weak ones line up, let ’em all fall in
Let ’em all go just another one down
Pick up your head, pick up your head, pick up head
Pick up your head, pick up your head, pick up head
So let the weak ones line up, let ’em all fall in
Let ’em all go just another one down
Pick up your head, pick up your head, pick up head
Pick up your head, pick up your head, pick up head
So let the weak ones line up, let ’em all fall in
Let ’em all go just another one down