Compositor: Gilby Clarke
Bitter pills washed down with Vodka & 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