High Times

You know what time it is
(Music)
I can’t stop it
I can’t cope
There’s no slack at the end of my road
You call me crazy
And I admit it
You got a problem
You gotta deal with it
I ain’t too proud to pick
I just don’t need your help so fuck it
I’ll put my socks on
But I’m not dressing up for you
I come alive when I lose control
Get over the low
Let the high times roll
Hard times
Hard times
Hard times
Hard times
I can’t stop it
I’m not tired
I don’t stop at the end of my ride
You call me crazy
You keep walking
Cause I’m done with the goddamned talking
I ain’t too proud to pick
I just don’t need your help so fuck it
I split my shag up
And now I think I’m clubbing, too
It didn’t say but I can taste it
Like the morning after
I kicked the elephant
And now it’s coming after you
Hard times
Hard times
Hard times
Hard times
Hard times
(Everybody’s looking fucked up)
Hard times
(Oh yeah)
Hard times
(Everybody’s looking fucked up)
Hard times
I come alive when I lose control
Get over the low
And let the high times roll
I come alive when I lose control
I come alive when I lose control
Get over the low
And let the high times roll
Hard times
Hard times
Hard times
Hard times
Hard times
(Everybody’s looking fucked up)
Hard times
(Oh, yeah)
Hard times
(Everybody’s looking fucked up)
Hard times
Uh!