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High Times

Fool's Garden


Look at the sky and feel the sunlight on your face
Tell me again what makes you sad

Imagine how it all appears from outer space
Don't dream about the dreams you had

We're running fast, not fast enough to comprehend
See all the lonely girls and boys

They promise everlasting time in Wonderland
And such a lot of pretty toys

Come on, come on, come on
Don't you know it's gonna be
High times for everyone
For all the freaks, the fools, the lovers and maybe
You want to join us on the way back home

They drop the pleasure bombs
They strike you down you folks, you common people
Get off your asses and move along

What do you need to fall asleep to feel alive
The TV tells you everyday
A bigger thing, a whiter white, another wife
A 57 chevrolet

Come on, come on, come on
Don't you know it's gonna be
High times for everyone
For all the freaks, the fools, the lovers and maybe
You want to join us on the way back home

They drop the pleasure bombs
They strike you down you folks, you common people
Get off your asses and move along

Money can't buy it
Sex can't buy it
You can't buy it
Love can

High times for everyone
For all the freaks, the fools, the lovers and maybe
You want to join us on the way back home

They drop the pleasure bombs
They strike you down you folks, you common people
Get off your asses and move along

It's gonna be high times for everyone
For all the freaks, the fools, the lovers and maybe
You want to join us on the way back home

They drop the pleasure bombs
They strike you down you folks, you common people
Get off your asses and move along