High On You (Live at The Whiskey a Go-Go, Los Angeles, 8th July 1988) - Iggy Pop

I like your wooden door, baby

I never want to leave, baby

If I could rule the night, baby

I'd turn it into white

There wouldn't?

I'm getting high on you

I'm getting high on you

I'm getting high on you

High on you

I like your rugged cross, baby

I don't pray in churches, baby

I got nowhere to worship, baby

Because there isn't end

I don't need a monument

I'm getting high on you

I'm getting high on you

I'm getting high on you

High on you

Terrorist in my heart

Tearin' it all apart

Terrorist in my heart

Tearin' it all apart

I love the way you feel, baby

The mornin' startin' drunk, baby

Drinking of your soul, baby

And everything I know

Digs the way your body glows

I'm getting high on you

I'm getting high on you

I'm getting high on you

High on you

I'm getting high on you

I'm getting high on you

I'm getting high on you

I'm getting high

Corrupting in the air

I really need you

You got two play rides

I really love them

My we're getting high

Are we getting high