You don't need your name in bright lights

You're a rock star

And some thin 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 she was fourteen

On the main line

And her hunky funky junky

Of a boyfriend

Got her on late nights

With her skirt tight

Woah she's a wild thing letting 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

Searching my reflection

For a glimpse of an other me

I've got to get away from these high times

All these high high times

Cause these hight times

Are killing me

Now high times go on

And on and on

High times rock your mind yeah

This twisted crystal kingdom

Where you live your nine lives

And your head spins

With purple cyclones made of dexadrine

And when the phone rings

You think bad things

Well these are high high

High high times yeah

In any backstreet when you take a hot seat

Make sure you check your flight times

Oh now mama

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

Searching my reflection

For a glimpse of an other me

I've got to get away from these high times

All these high high times

Cause these hight times

Are killing me

Now drop it this time

Paranoia will destroy ya

Paranoia will destroy ya

Paranoia will destroy ya

Paranoia

Paranoia

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

Searching my reflection

For a glimpse of an other me

I've got to get away from these high times

All these high high times

Cause these hight times

Are killing me

La la la la la

High times

Oh yeah

Were living in high high high times yeah