high & dry you shake me up then you take me for a ride you got me high & dry you showed me how to play & then you lit the fire you got me high & dry I
Vertaling: Engele. Hoog en droog.
how it used to be When the jester sang for the king and queen In a coat he borrowed from James Dean And a voice that came from you and me Oh, and while
d had enough of the pond and the meadow and the whole stinking scene, so he ran off to Los Angeles and joined a Heavy Metal band. And what about Bruce
so, u got me so U got me so high and confused I don't know what to do So, u got me so U got me so high and confused I don't know what to do Now u got
before And so I'm giving more to you than I though I could do Now I know love is real So when sky high, as the angels dry Letting you and I, fly love
your high I walk by, so f-in' dry I swing up in it 'bout an average as half as Good as Reggie Jackson's, that's why you talk backwards And toch bills
stars are ill at ease and Los Angeles is burning This is not a test of the emergency broadcast system Where malibu fires and radio towers conspire to dance again And
their own water and stay a year. In South Bend, Margaret has Henry's child, and crazed with grief and shame, drowns it in a creek. This is the comic high
, and you can sled ride down my wrist, neck and hand When it comes to coke, I can make a snowman, shit Play in this shit make a angel with it And I don
Baby don't you cry Just dry all the tears from your eyes Don't be afraid, be strong Just keep holding on" And on, and on, and on, and on, and on Gone
we didn't even have to scrap tonight Higher than kites, staring at lights, this a other type of high [Everlast] My mouth was dry, I forgot how to breathe And
Wrapped in aluminum foil and duck tape Bust open and throwed in the pot, foamy and mush Melted and locked in a shape of a gigantic size white cookie Put on the towel to dry and
do what we must just to get by Just to stay high and dry And as sure as these blue skies they?re gonna turn gray You?ve given your angels all of your
mountain, her mouth is like a mine Incubating diamonds, as we rise and shine, shine Rolling over granite, there's a smell like cloves and clay And if I know my angels
I went down where the vultures feed I would've got deeper but there wasn't any need I heard the tongues of angels and the tongues of men And it wasn
already hard enough But the paint on me is beginning to dry And it's not what I wanted to be The weight on me is hanging on to a weary angel So tell
