Can't Get High

Widespread Panic

Miscellaneous

Can't Get High

Brian Whitman

I've been working all day

I've been shaking it loose

It's been raining for hours

I've been spilling my juice (?)

Nothing means nothing

I couldn't care less

And now that you're gone

I can't even guess

I've got snakes in my cellar

I've got blood in my bed

Bombs in the closet

They're all painted cherry red

And a feel like a mad scientist

I've got loose change in my head

Nothing but trouble these days

I eat bullets in my bread

Now that you're gone

I'm sober every night

I can't get high - no -

I can't get right

I'm a romantic (?)

(?) everday bend

Losin' a gamble

But I get my revenge

Start thinking about thunder

And I get mad again

Soaking up electricity

Like bourbon in gin (?)

Now that you're gone

I'm sober every night

I can't get high

I can't get right

Hallucinated green light

And I slammed on the gas

My performance ain't perfect

But it's loud and it's fast

Set sail for the new world

And I burned down the mast

Well, it wasn't the first time

And I know it won't be the last

Now that you're gone

I'm sober every night

I can't get high - no -

I can't get right

Now that you're gone, honey,

I'm sober tonight

I can't get high - no -

I can't - get - right

Get right