Higher Heady living Finger on the pulse - you're doing fine Take what's given Then you hit the rocks they've placed across the line The crowds are fleeing With shaking heads the marksmen count the kills You're still hot and steaming But your locomotive's rolling down the hill So you gotta get high, higher still You gotta get high, higher still So now you're drinking Flat out in the corner of the room. No faith, no believing You know place where that path’s leading to Her tears and silence You're laying down a mix forever rough The spirit's rising I think you know it’s far more than enough So you gotta get high, higher still You gotta get high, high The kid is lying The blue-eyed boy's spreadeagled on the bed The poet’s dying The words forever fester in his head The rhymes don't follow So rule the line in red across the song Start again tomorrow But dont you know tomorrow never comes So you gotta get high, higher still You gotta get high, higher still Can you believe it? You gotta get high, higher still You gotta get high, high