[00:20.55]Nabokov is sun-licked now
[00:23.05]Upon the beach at Gruenewald
[00:25.63]Brilliant and naked just
[00:28.02]The way that authors look
[00:35.69]Clare and Lady Manners drink
[00:38.07]Until the other cows go home
[00:40.76]Gossip till their lips are bleeding politics and all
[00:49.29]I'd rather be high
[00:54.30]I'd rather be flying
[00:59.43]I'd rather be dead or out of my head
[01:04.47]Than training these guns on those men in the sand
[01:09.46]I'd rather be high
[01:21.09]The Thames was black, the tower dark
[01:23.47]I flew to Cairo, find my regiment
[01:26.36]City's full of generals
[01:28.42]And generals full of shit
[01:35.98]I stumble to the graveyard and I lay down by my parents,
[01:40.56]Whisper "Just remember duckies
[01:43.28]Everybody gets got"
[01:50.04]I'd rather be high
[01:54.92]I'd rather be flying
[02:00.04]I'd rather be dead or out of my head
[02:05.05]Than training these guns of those men in the sand
[02:10.18]I'd rather be high
[02:21.55]I'm seventeen and my looks can prove it
[02:26.44]I'm so afraid that I will lose it
[02:31.43]I'd rather smoke and phone my ex
[02:33.95]Be pleading for some teenage sex, yeah
[02:40.33]I'd rather be high
[02:45.40]I'd rather be flying
[02:50.52]I'd rather be dead or out of my head
[02:55.52]Than training these guns on the men in the sand
[03:00.66]I'd rather be high,
[03:05.69]I'd rather be flying
[03:10.86]I'd rather be high
[03:15.87]I'd rather be flying