Highpoint - Mission Lyrics

You tuning son of a bitch. We aint got no band.

I got a fever in my head and it’s turning me cold.
Got the pain in my bones and its growing me old.
That’s a fine way to tell me that you’re leaving now.
You tell me not to follow but I don’t know how.
Sing.

And now I find myself on the side of the road.
Trying hard not to listen to the things that I’m told.
Got my hand in my pocket now I won’t make a sound.
If I take em out my pocket then you’ll be underground.
Sing.

You keep me locked up thinking about the things that I’ve done.
You keep me chained to the feeling. Like a lonely son.
Trapped in the bottle now I got no soul.
I ask you why you done it but you just don’t know.

I’m on a mission to petition all the shit that you talk.
Gonna cripple all the kisses and the way that you walk.
If it takes me forever that’s the way that it goes.
Gonna find me another on and this I know.
Sing.

You keep me locked up thinking about the things that I’ve done.
You keep me chained to the feeling. Like a lonely son.
Trapped in the bottle now I got no soul.
I ask you why you done it but you just don’t know.

You keep me locked up thinking about the things that I’ve done.
You keep me chained to the feeling. Like a lonely son.
You keep me locked up thinking about the things that I’ve done.
You keep me chained to the feeling. Like a lonely son.
Trapped in the bottle now I got no soul.
I ask you why you done it but you just don’t know.