The letter said it all, we're shipping out I know they got it wrong without a doubt The war ain't over there, it's here with me The battle of the bloody century
What is going here, what becomes the lot of us? I thought I would complain, dear, when joining with the great circus But I've got high, I've got high I've got high hopes tonight I got high alright
"Settle up your bill," the raining shouts The patter of forsaken voices loud Lined throughout the pockets of my vest A greenback skeleton holds in the rest
A symphony of mercy falls upon no deafer ears I'd look you in the eyes but I wouldn't recognize your fears But I've got high, I've got high I've got high hopes tonight I got high alrightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
