โหลดเพลง mp3 I'd Rather Be High - David Bowie

I'd Rather Be High - David Bowie
Nabokov is sun licked now
Upon the beach at Gruenewald
Brilliant and naked just
The way that authors look

Clare and Lady Manners drink

Until the other cows go home

Gossip till their lips are bleeding politics and all

I'd rather be high

I'd rather be flying

I'd rather be dead or out of my head

Than training these guns on those men in the sand

I'd rather be high

The Thames was black the tower dark
I flew to Cairo find my regiment

City's full of generals

And generals full of shit

I stumble to the graveyard and I lay down by my parents

Whisper Just remember duckies

Everybody gets got

I'd rather be high

I'd rather be flying

I'd rather be dead or out of my head

Than training these guns of those men in the sand

I'd rather be high

I'm seventeen and my looks can prove it

I'm so afraid that I will lose it

I'd rather smoke and phone my ex
Be pleading for some teenage sex yeah

I'd rather be high

I'd rather be flying

I'd rather be dead or out of my head

Than training these guns on the men in the sand

I'd rather be high

I'd rather be flying

I'd rather be high

I'd rather be flying

I'd rather be flying

I'd rather be high

I'd rather be flying