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 fourteen,

On the mainline. And her hunky, funky junky,

Of a boyfriend, got her on late nights,

With her skirt tight. Woa-hah she's a wild thing,

Oh-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 I'm searching, my reflection,

For a glimpse of, another me.

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

'Cuz these high times,

Are killing me.



This twisted, crystal kingdom,

Where you live your nine lives

And your head spins, with purple cyclones,

Made of dexydrine (gimme some of that)

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 you check your flight times, woah now momma.



Last night, turned to daylight

And a moment half a world away

Time can be so precious,

When you throw your, life away.

Oh, I am searching, my reflection,

For a glimpse of, another me.

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

'Cuz they sure are killing me.



Woah, no-no-no-no-no-no-no,

High times, ooh-yeah.

Ooh, we're livin' in high-igh times...

Ooh, I can't be living it up,

Lettin' it all go wrong.

I can't be living these white lies,

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.

Kids wanna give it up,

Kids wanna give it up,

Time to let your mind be free,

Searching for etermity

Kids wanna give it up,

Kids wanna give it up,

Yeah, oh, alright!