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