High Times

You don't need your name in bright lights

You're a rock star

And some tin foil with a glass pipe

Is your guitar now yes it is

Little Angela suffers delusions

From these high times

She's been cleaning up, since she was fourteen

On the main line

And her hunky funky junkie of a boyfriend

Got her on late nights with her skirt tight

She's a wild thing, letting it all swing

God bless our high times

Don't you know that last night

Turned to daylight

And a minute became a day

Last night all my troubles

Well they seemed so far away

Searching my reflection

For a glimpse of another me

I've got to get away from all these high high times

'Cause these high times are killing me

Now high times go on and on and on

High times rock your mind yeah

This twisted crystal kingdom

Where you live your nine lives

And your head spins

With purple cyclones made of dexadrine

And when the phone rings

You think bad things

Well these are high times yeah

In any back street when you take a hot seat

Make sure you check your flight times

Don't you know that last night

Turned to daylight

And a minute became a day

Last night all my troubles

Well they seemed so far away

Searching my reflection for a glimpse of another me

I've got to get away from all these high high times

'Cause these high times are killing me

Now drop this time

Paranoia will destroy ya

Last night turned to daylight

And a moment half a world away

Time can be so precious

When you throw your life away

I can't help living it up

Letting it all go wrong

I can't keep living this way

Knowing my life has gone

Kids wanna give it up

Kids wanna give it up

Time to let your mind be free

Searching for eternity