High Time (Studio Ver.)

Look at the sky and feel the sunlight on your face Tell me again what makes you sad Imagine how it all appears from outer space Don't dream about the dreams you had We're running fast, not fast enough to comprehend See all the lonely girls and boys They promise everlasting time in Wonderland And such a lot of pretty toys Come on, come on, come on, don't you know it's gonna be High time for everyone For all the freaks, the fools, the lovers and maybe You want to join us on the way back home They drop the pleasure bombs They Strike you down you folks, you common people get off your asses and move along What do you need to fall asleep to feel alive The tv tells you every day A bigger thing, a whiter white, another wife A 57 chevrolet Come on, come on, come on, don't you know it's gonna be High time for everyone For all the freaks, the fools, the lovers and maybe You want to join us on the way back home They drop the pleasure bombs They Strike you down you folks, you common people get off your asses and move along Money can't buy it Sex can't buy it You can't buy it Love can High time for everyone For all the freaks, the fools, the lovers and maybe You want to join us on the way back home They drop the pleasure bombs They Strike you down you folks, you common people get off your asses and move along High time for everyone For all the freaks, the fools, the lovers and maybe You want to join us on the way back home They drop the pleasure bombs They Strike you down you folks, you common people get off your asses and move along