Lyrics:

The talking fool tells me as I skate across my room
That the walls have been dancing on the floor
And to the walls I say who's to go and who's to stay
As the chicken wire lady runs away
On the inside there is fun
On the outside there is none
We're just high
We're just high

Fire fire everywhere melting away
With the man that makes the hand I drift away
The lady peeks inside to see us burning side by side
The guilty chicken wire lady runs to hide
On the inside there is fun
On the outside there is none
We're just high
We're just high

Like a torn strand of crepe paper
I sit engulfed by the wall of light
Crisply starred and striped

Silver shovels scrape me up and carry me away
The chicken wire lady had a plan
With many odds and ends she makes us go where she intends
To pass me out as nickel bags to all my friends
On the inside there is fun
On the outside there is none
We're just high
We're just high

Like a torn strand of crepe paper
I sit engulfed by the wall of light
Crisply starred and striped