- David Bowie Id Rather Be High 歌詞
- David Bowie
- Nabokov is sun-licked now
Upon the beach at Gruenewald
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
Id rather be high
Id rather be flying
Id rather be dead or out of my head
Than training these guns on those men in the sand
Id rather be high
The Thames was black, the tower dark
I flew to Cairo, find my regiment
Citys full of generals
And generals full of ****
I stumble to the graveyard and I lay down by my parents,
Whisper 'Just remember duckies
Everybody gets got'
Id rather be high
Id rather be flying
Id rather be dead or out of my head
Than training these guns of those men in the sand
Id rather be high
Im seventeen and my looks can prove it
Im so afraid that I will lose it
Id rather smoke and phone my ex
Be pleading for some teenage ***, yeah
Id rather be high
Id rather be flying
Id rather be dead or out of my head
Than training these guns on the men in the sand
Id rather be high,
Id rather be flying
Id rather be high
Id rather be flying
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