High Low

Duration

3:12

Genres

Alt. Rock

Lyrics

High Low And our shoes are getting scuffed from picking up the crumbs the champagne gone straight to our heads all the boys and the jazz and gin you know… shoved down our throats high and low oh, oh… A pound for every second we spend scraping up our pence a crust of bread, a missing letter forgetting all the things you never knew we didn’t know we didn’t know high and low oh oh… Picking off what’s left of the rest of us and selling it off to the wolves it goes on and on and on and on falling off the bone the trash I find and I got mine and I’m hanging onto it like it’s gold high & low, oh we didn’t know… Standing in the dark among the haunted books and…Oh My God! Is that DeNiro? throwing up our hands with the last drinks down our throats it’s all too much high and low oh oh… Cutting up the best of what’s left of us and selling it off to the wolves it goes on and on and on and on falling all over the floor I got my pride and I’ve lost mine so forget about the rest of the world high & low, oh we didn’t know…