high times (lyrics)

high times + ominous signs
and hazy days ahead
i’ll try my hardest instead

to get away
ga –get away
who puts your children to bed?
i flipped my harvest and fled
i’ll start a fire instead

i’m a man-made marvelous one of a kind
sensing devious days ahead
i bit the bullet and fled
you went along with the plan
i took my money and ran