Lyrics

Mile High Majesty

Gone are the days of sense and grace
Now Power draws the line
Teeth and claws they all come out
But this dog outlives the fight

The scrape and hustle doesn’t slow for the weak
Leave em be and climb to win
While the hands keep pushing you down
As the walls, they all close in

Selling souls is only wrong
If you believe in God
climbing flesh feels justified
When one’s forever flawed

Mile High Majesty
Queen Gypsy of the plains
Flinging hope at the wistful wind
Just to see what remains

Mile High Majesty
Queen Gypsy of the plains
Flinging hope at the wistful wind
Just to see what remains
Just to see
See what remains