I'd Rather Be High (Venetian Mix Alt)

[Verse 1]

Nabokov is sun-licked now upon the beach at Grunewald

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

[Chorus]

I'd rather be high (I'd rather be high)

I'd rather be flying (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

[Verse 2]

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

City's full of generals, and genеrals full of shit

I stumble to the graveyard and I lay down by my parеnts, whisper

"Just remember duckies, everybody gets got"

[Chorus]

I'd rather be high (I'd rather be high)

I'd rather be flying (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

[Bridge]

I'm seventeen, 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

[Chorus]

I'd rather be high (I'd rather be high)

I'd rather be flying (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

[Outro]

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