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All you wanted was the holy land
All you needed was a few good men
All you wanted was a wild weekend
All you needed was to take command
My, my we're out of touch
Too high
Too high
Too high

All you wanted was a home in the sky
All you needed was a tight alibi
All you wanted was a blanket of night
to shelter your eyes from the dawn's
early light
Now, now you're out of time
Too high
Too high
Too high

You know a little red wine
will stain just like blood
to hide the evidence spattered
on your white bearskin rug
you're floating on a fallacy
you think you're so high classed
but you can take all your riches
and shove em up your glorious past

All you wanted was the holy land
All you needed was a few good men
All you wanted was a wild weekend
All you needed was to take command
To take command
Take command
Myyyy, my we're out of touch
Too high
Too high
Too high
Too high
Too high
Too high
Now you're comin
Now you're comin down

from Troubadour Of Stomp (2007)