I'd Rather Be High Lyrics - David Bowie

1 Nabokov is sun-licked now

2 Upon the beach at Grunewald

3 Brilliant and naked just

4 The way that authors look

5 Clare and Lady Manners drink

6 Until the other cows go home

7 Gossip till their lips are bleeding

8 Politics and all

9 I'd rather be high ''(I'd rather be high)''

10 I'd rather be flying ''(I'd rather be flying)''

11 I'd rather be dead or out of my head

12 Than training these guns on those men in the sand

13 I'd rather be high

14 The Thames was black, the tower dark

15 I flew to Cairo, find my regiment

16 City's full of generals

17 And generals full of shit

18 I stumble to the graveyard and I

19 Lay down by my parents, whisper

20 Just remember duckies

21 Everybody gets got

22 I'd rather be high ''(I'd rather be high)''

23 I'd rather be flying ''(I'd rather be flying)''

24 I'd rather be dead or out of my head

25 Than training these guns on those men in the sand

26 I'd rather be high

27 I'm seventeen, my looks can prove it

28 I'm so afraid that I will lose it

29 I'd rather smoke and phone my ex

30 Be pleading for some teenage sex, yeah

31 I'd rather be high ''(I'd rather be high)''

32 I'd rather be flying ''(I'd rather be flying)''

33 I'd rather be dead or out of my head

34 Than training these guns on the men in the sand

35 I'd rather be high

36 ''(I'd rather be flying)''

37 I'd rather be high

38 ''(I'd rather be flying)''

39 I'd rather be flying

40 I'd rather be high

41 I'd rather be flying