Live until we die, yeah So let's get high (let's get high) Oh my God, you blow my mind A million times Oh when we're high Oh you and I (you and I) Let's just do it one more time, (one more time) Blow my mind There was a time, there was a life, I was

'Cause you're the only one that's taking me home Can't wait to get in my zone Who said we got to go slow Turn down the lights, and watch my private show You got a ticket for all To get high, we got to get low Because this is your private show We're

Everything stops where the pavement ends. You can get you a buzz, blame it on the radio. Find a lighter, live a little high. Take it all in, let the good times roll. And on a clear night, Who needs the headlights? Drop it in low, drive by the moonlight.

On the blessed hellride Oh, you can never get too low when you're so damn high Oh, been out rolling, on the blessed hellride You can never get too low when you're so damn high, Break me down and roll me once again Got no time to think of now and then

My mother said to get things done You'd better not mess with major tom Ashes to ashes, funk to funky We know major tom's a junkie Strung out in heaven's high Hitting an all-time low Do you remember a guy that's been In such an early song I've heard a

Let me be your friend Baby, let me in 'Cause I got you, you, oh You, I got you, I got you We can get high, oh, nah-nah-nah We can get low, oh, nah-nah-nah Tell you no lies, oh, nah-nah-nah We can get lost, oh, nah-nah-nah Take it all off, oh, nah-nah-nah

Let me be your friend Baby, let me in 'Cause I got you, you, oh You, I got you, I got you We can get high, oh, nah-nah-nah We can get low, oh, nah-nah-nah Tell you no lies, oh, nah-nah-nah We can get lost, oh, nah-nah-nah Take it all off, oh, nah-nah-nah

Mama don't get dressed up for nothing Cause mama don't get dressed up for nothing She said hey cowboy get off of that couch Yeah, the party's on and we're goin' out I got my low cut dress and my knee highboots I'm like money to burn and nothing to lose

I won't get to get what I'm after Till the day I die They call me The Seeker I've been searching low and high I've looked under chairs I've looked under tables I've tried to find the key To fifty million fables I asked Bobby Dylan

(Money and the fame) Fort Collins, I'm sorry, Fort Collins, I'm sorry Cause I been on this road, tryna get high from my low Won't somebody tell me where to go, please cause I don't know I might be crazy, living life like a circus ape that's strapped into