The letter said it all we're shipping out I know they got it wrong without a doubt The war ain't over there, it's here with me The battle of the bloody century What is going on here, what becomes the lot of us? I thought I would complain, dear When joining with the great circus But I've got high, I've got high I've got high hopes tonight I got high, alright ♪ Settle up your bill, the raining shouts The patter of forsaken voices loud Lined throughout the pockets of my vest A green-backed skeleton holds in the rest Your symphony of mercy falls upon no deafer years I'd look you in the eyes, but I wouldn't recognize your fears But I've got high, I've got high I've got high hopes tonight I got high, alright