Lyrics:

You don't need your
Name in bright lights
You're a rock star.
And some tin 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 fourteen,
On the mainline. And her hunky, funky junky,
Of a boyfriend, got her on late nights,
With her skirt tight. Woa-hah she's a wild thing,
Oh-oh lettin' 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.
Oh I'm searching, my reflection,
For a glimpse of, another me.
I've got to get away from all these high times,
'Cause these high times,
Are killing me.

This twisted, crystal kingdom,
Where you live your nine lives
And your head spins, with purple cyclones,
Made of dexydrine (gimme some of that)
And when the phone rings, you think bad things.
Well these are high-high-high-high times yeah,
In any back street, when you take a hot seat,
Make sure you check your flight times, whoa now momma.

Last night, turned to daylight
And a moment half a world away
Time can be so precious,
When you throw your, life away.
Oh, I am searching, my reflection,
For a glimpse of, another me.
I've got to get away from all these high times, whoa now,
'Cause they sure are killing me.

Whoa, no-no-no-no-no-no-no,
High times, ooh-yeah.
Ooh, we're livin' in high-igh times...
Ooh, I can't be living it up,
Lettin' it all go wrong.
I can't be living these white lies,
Knowing my life has gone.

Kids wanna give it up,
Kids wanna give it up,
Time to let your mind be free,
Searching for eternity.
Kids wanna give it up,
Kids wanna give it up,
Time to let your mind be free,
Searching for eternity
Kids wanna give it up,
Kids wanna give it up,
Yeah, oh, all right!