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 fuck up I've got your back, son I'll be there for you Thursday night, in Sleazy's late Ten white Russians? Fuck 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 fuck 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 Fuck it Just gotta keep your head up And the lights on That's all you can do If you fuck up I've got your back, son Yeah, I'll be there for you It could be me It could be you It could be me It could be you