You Get High Lyrics

Petrol pump eats petrol pump attendant
And self consuming serpents rule the skies.
The middle man is going independent,
The third man says it pays to advertise.

In loving memory of Doris Karloff
Who stuck her neck out only to have her head cut off.
The lovers you have known are in your wardrobe
You hang them by the moth balls when you've had enough.

You get high when you're lonely,
Whatever sees you through will do.
Yes you get high in your own way,
'Cause everything is up to you.

The days of inconvenience are numbered,
They're queuing up outside my eighteenth century bungalow.
Innocence has left you while you slumbered,
You should have realised, you should have let me know.

You get high when you're lonely,
Whatever sees you through will do.
Yes you get high in your own way,
'Cause everything is up to you.