The High Life

I think I'm late to the party
You gonna let me in
Not many are welcome
And few are friends

Hey it's the high life
Hey it's the high life

At the bar a dead ringer
Pandora in a black dress
Unlocks her soul with her finger
And trades it to excess

Hey it's the high life
Hey it's the high life

Illusion feeding delusion on this scene
Wanna be stars in trendy bars with their pyrite sheen
With a camera flash she bats a lash like a Hollywood figurine
Little do they know they're not the show they believe themselves to be
They believe themselves to be

The host makes a toast
Throws his glass to the floor
To each other they boast
But nothing's changed from before

Hey it's the high life
Hey it's the high life



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