20 Feet Tall - The Copyrights

After a genuine act of defiance

You’re 29 and you lost your license

That’s fine, you need to ride your bike more

About a month and then you’re joining the peace corps

And I’m okay with this downhill strategy

No brakes, but then again you don’t need any

I know you’re singing the fixed-gear blues

But look me up when you’re walking in worn down shoes

I see what you’re doing right there

But you’re dreaming if you think that I care

They pick on you because you’re so small

Stand on your money and you’re 20 feet tall

The grass is always greener somewhere

And the pavement’s always cleaner somewhere

But I’m breathing easy under blue skies

I’ve got a smile on me 20 feet wide

So I won’t lend you my ear