Letra de I'd Rather Be High de David BowieLetras de Canciones

Letra 'I'd Rather Be High'

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

I’d rather be high I’d rather be flying
I’d rather be dead Or out of my head
Than training these guns on those men in the sand
I’d rather be high

The Thames was black, the tower dark
I flew to Cairo, find my regiment City’s 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

I’d rather be high I’d rather.....in the sand I’d rather be high

I’m seventeen my looks can prove it
I’m so afraid that I will lose it
I’d rather smoke and phone my ex
Be pleading for some teenage sex, Yeah

I’d rather be high...on the men in the sand I’d rather be high