I'm at the base of the mountain running uphill. You're either running for the top, coming down, or you stand still. It's a low how the seabends fair well. Yeah, I know it just repeats like a drum beat, like a drum beat, like a drum beat.
The way up, the way on, the way up, on, and over.
And after all and all and all, it's just a wheel we're spinnin on.
It's the bottom of the barrel I know now. The last and the cast, the little fly over. So I went to carbony, get poured out. Fillin up the glass we're waiting for the masses.
The way up, the way on, the way up, on, and over.
And after all and all and all, it's just a wheel we're spinnin on.
Show me up. Show me up.
The way up, the way on, the way up, on, and over.
Up on and over, up on and over. It's just a wheel we're spinning on.
Writer(s): Christopher Robert Henderson
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