Lyrics

Rolling along the street like an empty carton Mouthing words to music no one else can hear Rolling in the gutter like a stolen hubcap The force field means no one comes near I've got a right to fly But you're wrong to bring me down I got my head in the clouds And my feet on the ground I've got a right to fly And you're wrong to bring me down I've got a right to fly Try and engage some conversation but people's teeth grind And heckles rise and then they get that glazed look in there eyes They press a tarnished coin into my greasy mitt My clothes catch the rain, the sun, the sweat I've got a right to fly But you're wrong to bring me down I got my head in the clouds And my feet on the ground I've got a right to fly And you're wrong to bring me down I've got a right to fly One less soldier behind the shield of offense [?] Mind grows propellers and pilots and retro rockets Taking off to where the alley wind and says I've got a right to fly But you're wrong to bring me down I got my head in the clouds And my feet on the ground I've got a right to fly And you're wrong to bring me down I got my head in the clouds And my feet on the ground I've got a right to fly I've got a right to fly But you're wrong to bring me down I got my head in the clouds And my feet on the ground I've got a right to fly And you're wrong to bring me down I got my head in the clouds And my feet on the ground I've got a right to fly But you're wrong to bring me down I've got a right to fly And you're wrong to bring me down I've got a right to fly I've got a right to fly