In the studio getting high
On the street getting high
In the country getting highWell maybe
I’m in the studio getting drunk
In the street getting drunk
In the country getting drunkAnd I don’t know why
(and I don’t know why)
And I cannot lie
But we do what we do and when we do we do or dieAnd I can’t explain
But I like cocaine
Don’t like my brain
That’s why I drink champagneAnd you don’t want to ask
But you wanna know
‘Am I from the West Coast?’
Doesn’t sound soYou wanna know
We wanna fly
I don’t need what you got, anyhowSo leave me alone
I got this on my own
I got here on my own
Soon I’ll be gone
And I shall drive my chariot
Down your streets and cry
‘Hey, it’s me, I’m dynamite
And I don’t know why’
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