Out of this goodbye town Nothing but a goodbye town Gotta find a way to finally get out This ain't nothing These streets are only bringing me down You're gonna think of me Right there's the high school where we met We'd sneak out back for a couple kisses

Hell on high heels Boys call ya Baby, the way ya walk it talk it Town calls ya Honey, it's how ya makin' money Bashful Betty, such a bondage brat Dressed in latex and coated in sewer rat A serpent's tongue calculating mind Gets top billing for her hip

Now it's a long way down Now we're heading up high Where no harm will get in our way Will we ever touch ground again? We won't go in, we won't go Why end it? Why end it? See, when you're holding on to all that you can't Be, know that all there is to gain

With this pain inside of my chest Got no choice but to carry on, uh How did you get here? I'm drunk and confused High up, but you fall down harder Carry on, life flies, so just carry on I tried to be patient with you Trapped in the concept

Let me take you home tonight Mamma now it's alright I'll show you sweet delight I don't want to down you, I want to make you high If we just get together, I want to make you see I just got to get loose With you tonight Now I'm not like this, I'm really

Don't we get a little Get a little Don't we get a little high Get a little high, high So why, why? Don't we get a little high, high? You don't have to be so cautious If you practice what you preach

Get down and dirty I know you heard me (Everybody get down) Yeah, if we only got one night Forget about the world outside Put your hands up real high I'm tasty, delicious, I'm rough around the edges My mind is obsessive, my flex is aggressive Glad I

Whiskey and you, Ain't nothing I can do, But come crawling back to, Whiskey and you. Always there, When my world starts closing in, Something to hold, No matter how long it's been. Gets me high,

I get a kick every time I see I get a kick though it's clear to me You obviously don't adore me I get no kick in a plane Flying too high with some guy in the sky Is my idea of nothing to do Yet I get a kick out of you My story is much too sad to be told

I've been too low, so it's high time It's high time To slow my roll Let the grass just grow and lean way back It's a fine time To let it it all go Been missing my roots I'm getting rid of the flash Nobody needs a thousand-dollar suit just to take out the