Riding High (Remastered)
1, 2, 3, 4
I'm riding high
My face feels like magic
I'm riding high
Threatened wasted youth... so tragic
He was riding high, until
That night his face met the pavement
Riding up so high, couldn't see
The Blood and glue stained trail of his debasement
Riding high... Running low
Riding high... Running low
I'm riding high, oh please
It's on the back of coercive diplomacy
Riding high and thank you
I hate you for lovingly enabling me
Riding high, hello
Mister jolly old mister marvellous
Riding high, goodbye
Darkly absurd but I think I'm in the clear on this
Riding high, now do you get this
I like how Like seems to cure like
Riding high but that said
No one ever requests not to be let out
Riding high, oh yeah
And this was when things began to get strange
Riding high, oh no
You're burning my eyes, she was supposed to go home pretty
Riding high... Running low
Riding high... Running low
Riding high, I'd love
To agree, but you're spouting gibberish
Riding high, I'd hate
To exaggerate, but you've got form for this
Riding high, now there you go
Like before, trawling alleys for scars again
Riding high, well here I come
I'm over being an enemy of satisfaction
This is not an exit
This is not an exit
4, 3, 2, 1
I'm riding high
My face feels like magic
I'm riding high
Threatened wasted youth... so tragic
He was riding high, until
That night his face met the pavement
Riding up so high, couldn't see
The Blood and glue stained trail of his debasement
Riding high... Running low
Riding high... Running low
I'm riding high, oh please
It's on the back of coercive diplomacy
Riding high and thank you
I hate you for lovingly enabling me
Riding high, hello
Mister jolly old mister marvellous
Riding high, goodbye
Darkly absurd but I think I'm in the clear on this
Riding high, now do you get this
I like how Like seems to cure like
Riding high but that said
No one ever requests not to be let out
Riding high, oh yeah
And this was when things began to get strange
Riding high, oh no
You're burning my eyes, she was supposed to go home pretty
Riding high... Running low
Riding high... Running low
Riding high, I'd love
To agree, but you're spouting gibberish
Riding high, I'd hate
To exaggerate, but you've got form for this
Riding high, now there you go
Like before, trawling alleys for scars again
Riding high, well here I come
I'm over being an enemy of satisfaction
This is not an exit
This is not an exit
4, 3, 2, 1
Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Reinders
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