Keep Your Head Up

I love you man, I really do
My bloody mouth, that’s some thank you
You’re crying hard, that’s not like you
Come on mate, I’ll see you through
Just gotta keep your head up
And the lights on
That’s all you can do
If you f**k up, I’ve got your back, son
I’ll be there for you
Thursday night, in Sleazy’s late
Ten White Russians? f**k sake, mate
The tryhards, posers, the aloof
My bloodied mouth, your blunt force truth
Just gotta keep your head up
And the lights on
That’s all you can do
If you f**k up, I’ve got your back, son
I’ll be here for you
I know, I know
Money
Worries
Money
Bills
Dying
Money
I know, I know
Money
Worries
Bills
Money
Money
f**k it
Just gotta keep your head up