Songtext von High Times

Little snow white, she is sleeping 24 hours a day She's got a right to be lazy, flat out of reasons to breathe And it's cold baby, yes it's cold But everything is relative can't you see we're living in High times, dig the new domain Living through high times, just don't crash my spiritual plane Little snow white, she was hungry Told to go out and graft for it At the end of the rainbow she was mind blown To be staring at a crock of shit And it's hard baby, yes it's hard But with a little intuition you can shift position in the High times, touch the magic stone Living through high times, pick up that spiritual phone. Frittering packs of refuseniks, too drunk to muster any contempt 10 ways to relax on a cruise ship, one way to cover the rent I've whored myself around enough to know, baby You don't come with the customers and smile when you're spoken to in High times, catch the cosmic vibe. Living through high times, hey, has Ginger Baker died? Living through high times, my planet's all out of line Living through high times, man, just like '69