Higher Places

I’ll scratch your back if you’ll scratch mine
With friends in high places your life will be fine
I work like hell just to survive
There’s no need anymore, you wrecked it for life
I used to be this friendly type of guy
But anger is a cancer and time passes by

Well I don’t give a damn anymore
If you fall down to pieces right there on the floor
I could tell you looked better than ever before
Ohhhh I…

I’ll scratch your back if you’ll scratch mine
With friends in high places your life will be fine
Walking these streets and something feels wrong
Afraid in a way, I feel left all alone
I’m trying to tell myself this isn’t true
But there’s no sense denying
I blamed it on you (yeah)

Well I don’t give a damn anymore
If you fall down to pieces right there on the floor
I could tell you looked better than ever before
Ohhhh I…
Well I don’t give a damn anymore
If you fall down to pieces right there on the floor
I could tell you looked better than ever before
Ohhhh I… (yeah – oh)

(instrumental)

Well I don’t give a damn anymore
If you fall down to pieces right there on the floor
I could tell you looked better than ever before
Ohhhh I…

Bobby McMahon – vocals, acoustic guitar and backing vocals
Edwin Huits – drums, Hammond organ, orchestral arrangements and backing vocals
Holy – electric bass
Jim Lewis – electric/lead guitars and backing vocals

Recorded at Studio HUITS, LLC. in Nishiharamura, Japan

Engineered and produced by Edwin Huits

Mastered by Adam Ayan

Written, composed and arranged by:
Frank Batenburg, Bob Davidson McMahon, Edwin Mark Huits, James Andrew Lewis and Yuuki Hori