Gilby Clarke

Higher
Bitter pills washed down with Vodka and hope Beautiful, but strung out, socially stoned Cold sweats and fake charms, tranquilize my heart Tattoo euphoria on the battle scars You're getting higher than I was You're getting higher than I was You're getting higher than I was You're getting higher Speedballs, rememdy your world Speed killed the weirdo I built Circled my universe, tranquilized and died Can't watch you drag down a star in overdrive You're getting higher than I was You're getting higher than I was You're getting higher than I was You're getting higher This is the low, this is the low You're so alone, so alone, so alone You're getting higher than I was You're getting higher than I was You're getting higher than I was You're getting higher From Letras Mania