High Times — текст песни (Del Amitri)

Little snow white, she is sleeping 24 hours a day

Shes got a right to be lazy, flat out of reasons to breathe

And its cold baby, yes its cold

But everything is relative cant you see were living in



High times, dig the new domain

Living through high times, just dont crash my spiritual plane



Little snow white, she was hungry

Told to go out and graft for it

At the end of the rainbow she was mind blown

To be staring at a crock of shit

And its hard baby, yes its hard

But with a little intuition you can shift position in the



High times, touch the magic stone

Living through high times, pick up that spiritual phone.



Frittering packs of refuseniks, too drunk to muster any contempt

10 ways to relax on a cruise ship, one way to cover the rent

Ive whored myself around enough to know, baby

You dont come with the customers and smile when youre spoken to in



High times, catch the cosmic vibe.

Living through high times, hey, has ginger baker died?

Living through high times, my planets all out of line

Living through high times, man, just like 69