To your voice be true; the rest will follow you.
And to your head be free of all your miseries.
To your stomach fill, shine your cheeks with wine.
To your parents love be generous and kind.

Feeling high helps to free my mind
from all those hands I don’t want touching me.
Letting go, it just goes to show;
that you’re all right even though you’re kind of fucked up.

Shake your neighbor’s hand. Be a better friend.
Work hard through the day so tonight you can play.
Share with me your mind and with you I’ll share mine.
Kiss your mother’s hand. Wear your father’s pride.

Feeling high helps to free my mind
from all those hands I don’t want touching me.
Letting go, it just goes to show;
that you’re all right even though you’re kind of fucked up.

Other than me did you see all of the masses?
Waiting in line to get their hands on the ashes
of memories leaving stings on their asses.
By now you should be letting go.

Feeling high helps to free my mind
from all those hands I don’t want touching me.
Letting go, it just goes to show;
that you’re all right even though you’re kind of fucked up.