Charlatan - You Don't Get Me High Anymore (Phantogram cover) | Текст песни

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• Charlatan
• You Don't Get Me High Anymore (Phantogram cover)

I don't like staying at home,
When the moon is bleeding red.
Woke up stoned in the backseat
From a dream where my teeth fell out of my head.

Cut, cut, cut, cut it up, yeah!
Everybody's on something here.
My godsend chemical best friend,
Skeleton whispering in my ear.

Walk with me to the end,
Stare with me into the abyss.
Do you feel like letting go?
I wonder, how far down it is?

Nothing is fun,
Not like before,
You don't get me high anymore!
Used to take one,
Now it's takes four,
You don't get me high anymore!

Runnin' through emergency rooms,
Spinning wheels and ceiling fans.
My hand shake cellophane landscape
Mannequin (fakin' it) the best I can.

It's Cadillac, Cadillac red,
No hands on the steering wheel.
I'm crashing this 'save-a-ho puppet show'.
UFO, obliterate the way I feel.

Walk with me to the end,
Stare with me into the abyss.
Do you feel like letting go?
I wonder, how far down it is?

Nothing is fun,
Not like before,
You don't get me high anymore!
Used to take one,
Now it's takes four,
You don't get me high anymore!
You don't get me high anymore!
You don't get me high anymore!

Walk with me to the end,
Stare with me into the abyss.
Do you feel like letting go?
I wonder, how far down it is?

Nothing is fun,
Not like before,
You don't get me high anymore!
Used to take one,
Now it's takes four,
You don't get me high anymore!
You don't get me high anymore!