pretty clever don't you boy
flyingon your motorcycle watching all the
ground beneath you drop
you'd kill yourself for recognition. kill
yourself to never ever stop.
you broke another mirror. you're turning
into something you are not.
don't lead me high, don't lead me dry
don't lead me high, don't lead me dry.
flying up in conversation you will be the
one who cannot talk
all your insides fall to pieces. you just
sit there wishing you could still make love
they're the ones who'll hate you when you
think you've got the world all sussed out
they're the ones who'll spit at you. you
will be the ones screaming out
don't lead me high....etc
it's the best thing that you ever had
