I ain't stoned on what you think Just an afternoon sun that's starting to sink I ain't drunk on nothing you can buy Just a kiss from a woman and a look in her eye What I'm on you don't need much It's a little goes a long way kinda stuff I'm high on life

But you'll think of me Take your memories I don't need 'em And take your cap and leave my sweater In fact I'll feel a whole lot better 'Cause we have nothing left to weather Take your records, take your freedom Take your space and take your reasons So

How about you? well now is it me Well don't be afraid Nothing's really ever supposed to last Everybody needs to breathe the air Is it just me or do you feel a little strange Is it just me or do you feel a change Now is it me isn't it strange at times a

I'm on the highway to hell Highway to hell On the highway to hell Living easy, living free Season ticket on a one-way ride Asking nothing, leave me be Taking everything in my stride Don't need reason, don't need rhyme Ain't nothing I would rather do

Now you're just somebody that I used to know But you didn't have to cut me off Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing And I don't even need your love But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough No you didn't have to stoop

You won't need nobody else but me... You'll find... I'm gonna invite you to try my machines Programme an offer you just can't refuse I'm gonna invite you to share all my dreams You've nothing to lose Recycle your thoughts I'll rewire your mind I'll punch

I don't need a rich boy I don't want your money No, you don't gotta spend nothing on me All I want is sweet sweet love, sweet sweet love I don't want dollars No, you don't gotta be a high roller Hey! I don't need a rich boy All I want, sweet sweet love,

But you'll think of me Take your memories I don't need 'em And take your cap and leave my sweater In fact I'll feel a whole lot better 'Cause we have nothing left to weather Take your records, take your freedom Take your space and take your reasons So

Don't make me close one more door I don't want to hurt anymore Stay in my arms if you dare Or must I imagine you there Don't walk away from me I have nothing, nothing, nothing I don't really need to look Very much further I don't want to have to go

Nothing on the top but a bucket and a mop And an illustrated book about birds You see a lot up there but don't be scared Who needs action when you got words Many a hand has scaled the grand old face of the plateau Some belong to strangers, and some to