The Works - The Things We Do To Get High Lyrics

Clamming up in conversation
Pretty sure it's pure elation but
Can't tell when the door is shut
Bend your will to such damnation
This smokey grip is pure castration but
At least this is the shortest cut

Too many times I've given in too much
Tell me if I admit all my crimes
Despite the softness in the touch
The things we do to get high

Waiting up for peace and darkness
Desperate for the first kiss of the day
Enough to help me fly away
Sacrifice me to abyss
I'll resist the urge to reminisce astray
At least this is the least to pay

The green in my eyes is all worn out of view
And lips are dry and I'm frightened by the spies
Because they haven't got a clue
Of the things we do to get high

Oh, you would be crazy not to try
It would be stranger if you lied
Learn to tame the vibe
Oh, you would be crazy not to try
It would be stranger if you lied
It's time to turn the tide

Oh, the things we do to get high
Oh, the things we do to get high