High up in the Hollywood hills taking violet pills Writing all of my songs about my cheap thrills You’re a hard man to love and I'm A hard woman to keep track of You like to rage, don’t do that You want your way, you make me so mad Got your gun, I’ve got my dad
Is this happiness Is this happiness Is this happiness Is this happiness
High up in the Hollywood hills crushing violet pills You’ve been trying to write a novel about your cheap thrills You think you're Hunter S. Thompson I think you're fucking crazy as the day's long Man to man, heart to heart I love you but you drive me so far Wish you well on that star
Is this happiness Is this happiness Is this happiness Is this happiness
Witch Hazel, Witch Hazel Betrayal, betrayal One gun on the table Headshot if you're able
Is this happiness Is this happiness Is this happiness Is this happiness