Too High in Mundy

You're too high to be that low
You're too fast to be that slow
I was lookin' up and I saw you go
I was lookin' up and I saw you go
You're too high to be that low

You're too young to be that old
You're too dear to be that sold
I threw in a bid a hunk of gold
I threw in a bit a chunk of gold
You're too young to be that old

Throw down the crutches
And walk into the night
You'll always be wrong
If you're never right
Lying with the dogs
Rising with the fleas
Bouncin' off the walls
Barkin' at the trees
Barkin' at the trees
Brakin' at the trees

You're too strong to be that weak,
You're too bred to be that speak that speak
I saw you in a bar speakin' nasty things
I saw you in a bar speakin' nasty things
You're too strong to be that weak