High times

Music: A. Kowollik, K. Kanellopoulos
Text: A. Kowollik
© 1989 all rights reserved

Ever since I was born
I live my life with a gun in my back
I gotta find myself peace
I gotta cool it, that is a fact
But I just can't keep from living
In this big city rush
I'm never satisfied
No matter how hard I push

High times - uuh
High times - yeah
High times - yes Sir
High times
Uuh somebody stop me
Or I'm falling right down that line

There's a feast down the corner
Where the girls go, that's where it's at
Take the car, bring your money
Have a look, get yourself a pet
Say: "high, how yah doin' pretty mama
Don't you go astray"
Let's move before the morninglight
Burns our needs away

High times - uuh
High times - yeah
High times - yes Sir
High times
Uuh somebody stop me
Or I'm falling right for that line

Start me now, run me hot
Keep me going, I'm a hi tec machine
Oil me up and lay me out
Blow my horn and feed me kerosine
Let me rage in the city
With the streets full of hungry eyes
And star eyed little cuties who will
Do me, do me, do me all night

High times - uuh
High times - yeah
High times - yes Sir
High times
Uuh somebody stop me
Or I'm falling right down that line

High times
High times
High times
High times
Won't you take a ride in a mean machine
I'm sure you do good right under my wheels
There's such a big hole
That ten of you couldn't fill - never