High and mighty full of hope
Wondering on the ways of the past
Hopes are high, might is right
We fall, it rains, now hold me fast
Mighty funny to hope when high
Wondering who I'll be if I ever come down
Hope I'm high coz this isn't mighty funny
And my ears can't pick up a single sound
It's quiet
Up and over down and back
Stop to dig my feet in the sand
Back of school, beat up, over-sexed
I can't it pours let go my hand
Down-trod stoop over stop to drink
Wondering if I was anyone at all
Hope I'm drunk but I know I ain't
High and mighty and about to fall
And everything is too damn loud
Congress bans aid to Contras
Banks told to cut mob ties
Mose Wright said Dar He
Rattlesnakes don't commit suicide
Emmitt Till's bloated face
I ain't so high and mighty now
George Wallace head held high
High and mighty push that plow
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