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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 junky, of a boyfriend

Got her on late nights, with her skirt tight

Woah, 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 (last night)

All my troubles

Well they seemed so, 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 high high high times yeah

In any back street

When you take a hot seat

Make sure check your flight times

Oh now mama



Don`t you know that last night

Turned to daylight

And a minute, became a day

Last night (last night)

All my troubles

Well they seemed so, so

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 junky, of a boyfriend

Got her on late nights, with her skirt tight

Woah, 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 (last night)

All my troubles

Well they seemed so, 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 high high high times yeah

In any back street

When you take a hot seat

Make sure check your flight times

Oh now mama



Don`t you know that last night

Turned to daylight

And a minute, became a day

Last night (last night)

All my troubles

Well they seemed so, so

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