[00:20.850]Nabokov is sun-licked now
[00:23.350]Upon the beach at Gruenewald
[00:25.930]Brilliant and naked just
[00:28.320]The way that authors look
[00:35.990]Clare and Lady Manners drink
[00:38.370]Until the other cows go home
[00:41.060]Gossip till their lips are bleeding politics and all
[00:49.590]I'd rather be high
[00:54.600]I'd rather be flying
[00:59.730]I'd rather be dead or out of my head
[01:04.770]Than training these guns on those men in the sand
[01:09.760]I'd rather be high
[01:21.390]The Thames was black, the tower dark
[01:23.770]I flew to Cairo, find my regiment
[01:26.660]City's full of generals
[01:28.720]And generals full of shit
[01:36.280]I stumble to the graveyard and I lay down by my parents,
[01:40.860]Whisper "Just remember duckies
[01:43.580]Everybody gets got"
[01:50.340]I'd rather be high
[01:55.220]I'd rather be flying
[02:00.340]I'd rather be dead or out of my head
[02:05.350]Than training these guns of those men in the sand
[02:10.480]I'd rather be high
[02:21.850]I'm seventeen and my looks can prove it
[02:26.740]I'm so afraid that I will lose it
[02:31.730]I'd rather smoke and phone my ex
[02:34.250]Be pleading for some teenage sex, yeah
[02:40.330]I'd rather be high
[02:45.400]I'd rather be flying
[02:50.520]I'd rather be dead or out of my head
[02:55.520]Than training these guns on the men in the sand
[03:00.660]I'd rather be high,
[03:05.690]I'd rather be flying
[03:10.860]I'd rather be high
[03:15.870]I'd rather be flying