Текст, перевод и аккорды “High Times”
- Little snow white, she is sleeping 24 hours a day Shes got a right to be lazy, flat out of reasons to breathe And its cold baby, yes its cold But everything is relative cant you see were living in High times, dig the new domain Living through high times, just dont crash my spiritual plane Little snow white, she was hungry Told to go out and graft for it At the end of the rainbow she was mind blown To be staring at a crock of shit And its hard baby, yes its hard But with a little intuition you can shift position in the 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 Ive whored myself around enough to know, baby You dont come with the customers and smile when youre spoken to in High times, catch the cosmic vibe. Living through high times, hey, has ginger baker died? Living through high times, my planets all out of line Living through high times, man, just like 69
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