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