You Don’t Get Me High Anymore

I don't like staying at home When the moon is bleeding red Woke up stoned in the backseat from a dream where my teeth fell out of my head Cut it up, cut it up, yeah Everybody's on something here My God send chemical best friend Skeleton whispering in my ear Walk with me to the end Stare with me into the abyss Do you feel like letting go? I wonder how far down it is Nothing is fun Not like before You don't get me high anymore Used to take one Now it's takes four You don't get me high anymore Runnin' through emergency rooms Spinning wheels and ceiling fans My handshake, cellophane, landscape, mannequin faking it the best I can Cadillac, Cadillac red No hands on the steering wheel I'm crashing this save-a-ho puppet show UFO obliterate the way I feel Walk with me to the end Stare with me into the abyss Do you feel like letting go? I wonder how far down it is Nothing is fun Not like before You don't get me high anymore Used to take one Now it's takes four You don't get me high anymore You don't get me high anymore You don't get me high anymore Walk with me to the end Stare with me into the abyss Do you feel like letting go? I wonder how far down it is Nothing is fun Not like before You don't get me high anymore Used to take one Now it's takes four You don't get me high anymore (High anymore) (You don't get me, you don't get me high anymore) (High anymore) (You don't get me) You don't get me high anymore