everybody's trying to get high, but i prefer gravityna stable ground on which to standnwhile you all float over head, like hot air balloons in a sky of rednthis is the town where we live, in the middle of a world where we don't get alongnlisten to me and i'll tell you about a world where we all get alongnpeace love and unity, that what were aiming for, if these countries will agreenthen we might put an end to all this war, and live in harmonynthis is the world where we live, in the middle of a universe, where we don't get much donenlisten to me and i will tell you all about a time where we all got alongnthe blood is shed on the battlefields, and nobody seems to care what their dying fornand the people have their drugs, they're higher than the kites that we fly in in our red skiesnthis is the house where we live in the middle of nowhere, when all get alongncause were a circle of friends, and all we care about is love and the drugs we take