she is sleeping 24 hours a day
She's got a right to be lazy,
flat out of reasons to breathe
And it's cold baby, yes it's cold
But everything is relative can't
High times, dig the new domain
Living through high times,
just don't crash my spiritual plane
Little snow white, she was hungry
Told to go out and graft for it
At the end of the rainbow
To be staring at a crock of shit
And it's hard baby, yes it's hard
But with a little intuition you can
High times, touch the magic stone
Living through high times,
pick up that spiritual phone.
Frittering packs of refuseniks, too
drunk to muster any contempt
10 ways to relax on a cruise ship,
one way to cover the rent
I've whored myself around enough to know,
You don't come with the customers
and smile when you're spoken to in
High times, catch the cosmic vibe.
Living through high times, hey,
Living through high times,
my planet's all out of line
Living through high times, man, just like '69
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