Lyrics
Kicked out of the punk rock fest I'm pretty high
High on Stress
I'm a friend of Lester Bangs, I'm pretty high
High on Stress
Gimme oxygen
I can't breathe
Gimme shelter
I hate these streets
Hold my hand
'Til I'm dead and back
Kicked out of the Navy Seals I'm pretty high
High on Stress
Tell me where do we go from here I'm pretty high
High on Stress
Gimme drugs
Any kind
Any trick to shut down my mind
Hold my hand
'Til I'm dead and back
Sitting on a sofa with a safety belt on
Hitting my head and wonder what went wrong
A rope around my neck and there's no cure
Ain't no cure for the summertime blues
Gimme oxygen
I can't breathe
Gimme shelter
I hate these streets
Hold my hand
'Til I'm dead and back
I just keep shaking as I hold this glass
One hundred drops but time still won't pass
A rope around my neck and there's no cure
Ain't no cure for the summertime blues
No
Ain't no cure, when you're high on stress
Ain't no cure, when you're high on stress
Ain't no cure, when you're high on stress
Ain't no cure, when you're high on stress
No