Little snow white, she is sleeping 24 hours a day
Shes got a right to be lazy, flat out of reasons to breathe
And its cold baby, yes its cold
But everything is relative cant you see were living in

High times, dig the new domain
Living through high times, just dont crash my spiritual plane

Little snow white, she was hungry
Told to go out and graft for it
At the end of the rainbow she was mind blown
To be staring at a crock of shit
And its hard baby, yes its hard
But with a little intuition you can shift position in the

High times, touch the magic stone
Living through high times, pick up that spiritual phone.

Frittering packs of refuseniks, too drunk to muster any contempt
10 ways to relax on a cruise ship, one way to cover the rent
Ive whored myself around enough to know, baby
You dont come with the customers and smile when youre spoken to in

High times, catch the cosmic vibe.
Living through high times, hey, has ginger baker died?
Living through high times, my planets all out of line
Living through high times, man, just like 69