High Hopes

The letter said it all, we're shipping out

I know they got it wrong without a doubt

The war ain't over there, it's here with me

The battle of the bloody century

What is going here, what becomes the lot of us?

I thought I would complain, dear, when joining with the great circus

But I've got high, I've got high

I've got high hopes tonight

I got high alright

"Settle up your bill," the raining shouts

The patter of forsaken voices loud

Lined throughout the pockets of my vest

A greenback skeleton holds in the rest

A symphony of mercy falls upon no deafer ears

I'd look you in the eyes but I wouldn't recognize your fears

But I've got high, I've got high

I've got high hopes tonight

I got high alright