High Life Songtext
von Mark Lanegan

That strange little bird makes a penny whistle sound
And I′m gonna live the high life
The very same thing
All the fortunate have found
The world on a string, the high life


Black light, black heat
Who can resist?
It flows through time
It slows like this

That strange little bird makes a melancholy sound
But I'm gonna live the high life
It has been said that there′s nothing so profound
As living it well, the high life
As living it well, the high life