All the people stomp their feet and bop and bop their heads
They don't hear the words we speak they just clap and clap their hands
Driving down the street we keep our music playing loud
Rattling their bones, yeah, we're the coolest kids in town

The high life
The higher side of life

Seventeen years old, not old, but young and all alone
All these painful hours sitting waiting by the phone
He don't need the caffeine to keep him up into the night
He feels more at home beneath the incandescent lights

The high life
The higher side of life

Pretty Pretty numbers in the final countdown
Falling to the floor and you don't make a single sound
All the blood stops pumping and it pools and then it stains
But that ain't gonna keep up from putting glitter in our veins

The high life
The higher side of life