the high road

we're bound to wait all night

she's bound to run amok

invested enough in it anyhow

to each his own

the garden needs sorting out

she curls her lips on the bow

and i don't know if i'm dead or not

to anyone

come on and get the minimum

before you open up your eyes

this army has so many heads

to analyze

come on and get your overdose

collect it at the borderline

and they want to get up in your head

'cause they know and so do i

the high road is hard to find"