paroles de chanson High Times - Remastered for 2006 - Jamiroquai

You don't need your name in bright lights
You're a rock star
And some tin foil with a glass pipe
Is your guitar now, yes it is

Little Angela
Suffers delusions
From these high times
She's been cleaning up since fourteen
On the main line
And her hunky funky junky of a boyfriend
Got her on late nights with her skirt tight

Whoa, she's a wild thing
Oh-oh, letting it all swing
God bless our high times

Don't you know that last night
Turned to daylight
And the minute became a day?
Last night all my troubles
Well, they seemed so, so far away
Oh, and I'm searching my reflection
For a glimpse of another me
I've got to get away from all these high, high, high times
'Cause these high times are killing me

Twisted crystal kingdom
Where you live your nine lives
And your head spins
With purple cyclones
Made of dexadrine

And when the phone rings
You think bad things
Well, these are high, high, high, high times, yeah
In any back street
When you take a hot seat
Make sure check your flight times
Oh, now mama

Last night turned to daylight
And the minute became a day
Last night all my troubles
Well, they seemed so, so far away
Oh, I'm searching my reflecting
For a glimpse of another me
I've got to get away from all these high, high, high times
'Cause these high times are killing me

(Now drop it this time)

Pa-pa-paranoia will destroy ya
Pa-pa-paranoia will destroy ya
Pa-pa-paranoia will destroy ya
Paranoia
Paranoia
(This time)

Last night turned to daylight
And the minute became a day
Last night all my troubles
Well, they seemed so, so far away
Searching my reflection
For a glimpse of another me
I've got to get away from all these high, high, high times
Whoa, 'cause these show are killing me
Whoa, ma-la-la-la-la-la

High times, oh yeah
Ooh, we're living in high, high times, yeah