Letra
Nabokov is sun-licked now / Upon the beach at Grunewald
Brilliant and naked just / The way that authors look
Clare and Lady Manners drink / Until the other cows go home
Gossip till their lips are bleeding / Politics and all
Id rather be high / Id rather be flying
Id rather be dead / Or out of my head
Than training these guns on those men in the sand
Id rather be high
The Thames was black, the tower dark
I flew to Cairo, find my regiment / Citys full of generals
And generals full of shit / I stumble to the graveyard and I
Lay down by my parents, whisper
Just remember duckies / Everybody gets got
Id rather be high / Id rather.../..in the sand / Id rather be high
Im seventeen my looks can prove it
Im so afraid that I will lose it
Id rather smoke and phone my ex
Be pleading for some teenage sex, / Yeah
Id rather be high/...on the men in the sand / Id rather be high
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