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 woudn't recognise your fears
But I've got high, I've got high
I've got high hopes tonight
I got high alright
Writer(s): Kenneth A Pattengale, Joseph Edward Ryan
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