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 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 [x5]

So let the weak ones line up

Let 'em fall in, let 'em all go

Just another one down

Pick up your head [x5]

So let the weak ones line up

Let 'em 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 feedin'

But there's a dollar sign on your door

You turn it off, and I can't live anymore

But the alarm went off

So you get up, get out of bed

You look at yourself, you still don't like it

But what do you say to yourself

When your self ain't got nothin' to say to you?

Pick up your head [x5]

So let the weak ones line up

Let 'em fall in, let 'em all go

Just another one down

Pick up your head [x5]

So let the weak ones line up

Let 'em fall in, let 'em all go

Just another one down

Pick up your head [x5]

So let the weak ones line up

Let 'em fall in, let 'em all go

Just another one down