David Bowie - I'd Rather Be High - Venetian Mix (Wasted Edit)

Music video by David Bowie performing I'd Rather Be High. (C) 2013 ISO Records, under exclusive license to Columbia Records, a Division of Sony Music Entertainment

Nabokov is sun-licked now

Upon the beach at Gruenewald

Brilliant and naked

Just the way that authors look

Clare and Lady Manners drink

Until the other cows go home

Gossip till their lips
are bleeding politics and all

I'd rather be high
(I'd rather be high)

I'd rather be flying
(I'd rather be flying)

I'd rather be dead
or out of my head

Than training these guns
on those men in the sand

I'd rather be high

The Thames was black,
the tower dark

I flew to Cairo,
find my regiment

City's full of generals

And generals full of shit

I stumble to the graveyard
and I lay down by my parents

Whisper
"Just remember duckies"

"Everybody gets got"

I'd rather be high
(I'd rather be high)

I'd rather be flying
(I'd rather be flying)

I'd rather be dead
or out of my head

Than training these guns
of those men in the sand

I'd rather be high

I'm seventeen
and my looks can prove it

I'm so afraid
that I will lose it

I'd rather smoke
and phone my ex

Be pleading for
some teenage sex, yeah

I'd rather be high
(I'd rather be high)

I'd rather be flying
(I'd rather be flying)

I'd rather be dead
or out of my head

Than training these guns
on the men in the sand

I'd rather be high

I'd rather be flying

I'd rather be high

I'd rather be flying

I'd rather be flying

I'd rather be high

I'd rather be flying