Текст песни
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 cleanin' up since fourteen on the mainline
And her hunky funky junkie of a boyfriend
Got her on late nights with her skirt tight
Woah, she's a wild thing, oh, lettin' 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, so far away
Oh now, I'm searchin' my reflection
for a glimpse of another me
I've got to get away
from all these hi-hi-hi-high times
'Cause these high times are killin' me
Twisted crystal kingdom,
where you live your nine lives
And your head spins,
purple cyclones made of dextrine
(gimme some of that)
And when the phone rings you think bad things
Well these are high high high high times, yeah
And in a back street when you take a hot seat
Make sure you check your flight times, oh now mama
Last night turned to daylight
and a minute became a day
Last night all my troubles,
well they seemed so, so far away
Oh, searchin' my reflection
for a glimpse of another me
I've got to get away
from all these hi-hi-hi-high times
'Cause these high times are killin' me
Now drop it this time
P-p-paranoia will destroy ya,
p-p-paranoia will destroy ya
P-p-paranoia will destroy ya,
paranoia, paranoia, this time
Last night turned to daylight
and a minute became a day
Last night all my troubles,
well they seemed so, so far away
Searchin' my reflection for a glimpse of another me
I've got to get away from all these hi-hi-high times
Woah, 'cause it's just killin' me
Woah, la-la la la la la, high times, oh yeah
Ooh, we're livin' in high high times, yeah
