Swamp Dogg - Low Friends In High Places lyrics
[Swamp Dogg - Low Friends In High Places lyrics]
Low friends in high places
Just a bunch of devils wearing angel faces
Build 'em high build 'em low
Fire rat traps with paper walls and floors
You can take a short cut
You can cut the red tape
But what do lives matter against
A piece of the cake?
When you’ve got low, low
Low friends in high places
Just a bunch of devils wearing angel faces
Low friends in high, high places
Just a bunch of devils wearing angel faces
You don’t have to worry who’s right no more
You can buy your own bombs and planes
You can start your own war
You don’t need no money
If you promise to go along
By giving up some land for
The drugs to grow on
All you need is low friends in high placеs
Just a bunch of devils wearing angel facеs
Low friends in high places
Just a bunch of devils wearing angel faces
Killin' babies in the womb
Or sending children in Atlanta
To a teenage tomb
Pope or president, to a j-town mayor
Your mama or your papa for some money
Who cares
When you’ve got some
Low, low, low friends in some high places
Just a bunch of devils wearing angel faces
Low friends in high, high places
Just a bunch of devils
Wearing those angel faces
I got me some low friends
I got me some low, low friends in high places
All of them got 2, 3, 4 or more faces
(count ’em)
Low, low friends ("high places")
I got me some low, low friends
("high places")
All right, let’s hear it for low friends
Everybody stand up ("high places")
Let's give a big rousing cheer
For all our low friends ("high places")
I got me some low, low friends
("high places")
I got me some low, low friends
("high places")
Low, low friends ("high places")
Low, low friends ("high places")
You one of 'em there’s another one of them
Sittin' over there
And one trying to hide over
There in the corner
All you are my low, low friends
("high places")
Just a bunch of devils wearing angel faces
Build 'em high build 'em low
Fire rat traps with paper walls and floors
You can take a short cut
You can cut the red tape
But what do lives matter against
A piece of the cake?
When you’ve got low, low
Low friends in high places
Just a bunch of devils wearing angel faces
Low friends in high, high places
Just a bunch of devils wearing angel faces
You don’t have to worry who’s right no more
You can buy your own bombs and planes
You can start your own war
You don’t need no money
If you promise to go along
By giving up some land for
The drugs to grow on
All you need is low friends in high placеs
Just a bunch of devils wearing angel facеs
Low friends in high places
Just a bunch of devils wearing angel faces
Killin' babies in the womb
Or sending children in Atlanta
To a teenage tomb
Pope or president, to a j-town mayor
Your mama or your papa for some money
Who cares
When you’ve got some
Low, low, low friends in some high places
Just a bunch of devils wearing angel faces
Low friends in high, high places
Just a bunch of devils
Wearing those angel faces
I got me some low friends
I got me some low, low friends in high places
All of them got 2, 3, 4 or more faces
(count ’em)
Low, low friends ("high places")
I got me some low, low friends
("high places")
All right, let’s hear it for low friends
Everybody stand up ("high places")
Let's give a big rousing cheer
For all our low friends ("high places")
I got me some low, low friends
("high places")
I got me some low, low friends
("high places")
Low, low friends ("high places")
Low, low friends ("high places")
You one of 'em there’s another one of them
Sittin' over there
And one trying to hide over
There in the corner
All you are my low, low friends
("high places")