Letra High on our own supply Band Of Heathens (The)

High on our own supply

This one here's it's got good bones
We can build a solid frame
From the dirt up to the rafters
Give us shelter from the rain
Let the ideas bloom each and every room
We've got card games and a brass parade

Getting high on our own supply
There's enough left to get us by
When you're all alone and need a song
We play rock and roll music all night long
Getting high on our own supply
Feels like going home

I called the good doctor
You know that she ain't in
We've been searching for a new drug
Trying to find the high again
Hear the old banjo
Playing soft and slow
Like a stereo
Voices joining in with the band

Getting high on our own supply
There's enough left to get us by
When you're all alone and need a song
We play rock and roll music all night long
Getting high on our own supply
Feels like going home

Getting high on our own supply
There's enough left to get us by
When you're all alone and need a song
We play rock and roll music all night long
Getting high on our own supply
Feels like going home
Getting high on our own supply
Feels like coming home