Album: What’s Going On
Flyin' high in the friendly sky
Without leavin' the ground
Rest of the folks are tired and weary
And have laid their bodies down
I go to the place
Where danger waits
And it’s bound to Forsake me So stupid minded
But I go crazy when I can’t find it In the mornin'
I’ll be alright my friends
Soon the night will
Bring the pains again
Ooh, flyin' hight in the friendly sky
Without ever leavin' the ground
Ain’t seen nothin' but trouble baby
Paraphernalia is my name
There’s a place
Where the feelin' awaits me Self-destruction's
In my hands
So stupid minded
But I go crazy when I can’t find it I know
I’m hooked my friends
To the boy
Who makes slaves out of men
I did the best I could
Nobody understood
I did the best I could
Nobody understood
I did the best I could
Nobody understood