High Time - Studio Version - Fools Garden

Look at the sky

And feel the sunlight on your face

Tell me again what makes you sad

Imagine how it all appears from outer space

Don´t dream about the dreams you had

We´re running fast, not fast enough to comprehend

See all the lonely girls and boys

They promise everlasting time in Wonderland

And such a lot of pretty toys

Come on, come on, come on,

Don´t you know it´s gonna be

High time for everyone

For all the freaks, the fools, the lovers and maybe

You want to join us on the way back home

They drop the pleasure bombs

They Strike you down you folks, you common people

Get off your asses and move along

What do you need to fall asleep to feel alive

The TV tells you every day

A bigger thing, a whiter white, another wife

A '57 chevrolet

Come on, come on, come on,

Don´t you know it´s gonna be

High time for everyone

For all the freaks, the fools, the lovers and maybe

You want to join us on the way back home

They drop the pleasure bombs

They Strike you down you folks, you common people

Get off your asses and move along

Money can´t buy it

Sex can´t buy it

You can´t buy it

Love can

High time for everyone

For all the freaks, the fools, the lovers and maybe

You want to join us on the way back home

They drop the pleasure bombs

They Strike you down you folks, you common people

Get off your asses and move along

It's gonna be high time for everyone

For all the freaks, the fools, the lovers and maybe

You want to join us on the way back home

They drop the pleasure bombs

They Strike you down you folks, you common people

Get off your asses and move along