Now whyd ya have to go and ruin it for the rest of us?
Had to go and ask the question didnt you ?
You roll your own you share the load, you pass it round and hit the road
But you dont seem to notice when the night is through
You say youve got a decent right to blow your golden horn so loud
But brother do you see or care when the room starts clearing out?Youre getting high
And I cant look you in the eye
Youre getting high
On your own supply, that aint rightNow when I told you come out of the rain
I didnt say Id tell the truth all the time
I cooked you up a pretty line I got you drunk on Bukowskis wine
I think that dope might be too good for you
I thought youd listen if I said
Youve had too much now go to bed
How could it go straight to your head?
You oughtta give it all a rest, but insteadYoure getting high
And I cant look you in the eye
Youre getting high
On your own supply, that aint rightNow Im no different than the rest just look around theyre not impressed
But I didnt have to point that out to you
A little toke goes up in smoke sometimes you never get the joke
But I try to laugh at the ugly truthIm getting, youre getting, someones getting high
And I cant look you in the eye
Youre getting high
On your own supply