Gas Mask Rare Americans

[Verse 1]
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

[Verse 2]
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

[Pre-Chorus]
You’ve got two ways
You’ve got today
You’ve got to do what the fuck you say
You’ve had your woes
You’ve had your lows
You’ve got to pull yourself out the holes

[Chorus]
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”