Gettin' High

Masters Of Reality

My, my, oh my

Gonna ride

So high

Got one life

And it's mine to live

Ain't gonna make it

Workin' nine to five

Just to stay alive

Got no fins

For to swim in the sea

Got no wings to fly

But I'm gettin' high

Yeah, yeah, oh yeah

Yeah I know

Times are bad

Nowhere to run

Nowhere to hide

All I got left

Is a prayer

And a bottle of wine

And I'm feelin' fine