Lyrics:

Suicide, still here, everybody's giving I'm the King of cube in a town full of swinging



Will you be my guy now Need help to find my way out



Should buy stuff from the hippie in the kitchen



I got low friends in high places Low friends in high places



All the drones are itchin' for admission But I cut them out quick and I give up opposition



Don't let me come down I feel like I've always known you



Can't cut just a little in admission



I got low friends in high places Low friends in high places



Jump in . . . j-j-j-jump . . .



Jump in, shoot out, burn up the building Access is crowded, but the membership is filling



Low friends in high places Low friends in high places Low friends in high places Low friends in high places