Your're the life of the party,
everybody's host, and still you need somewhere you can hide.
All your good time friends, and your fair-weather has-beens, God knows, were just along for the ride.
You think you're a survivor, but boy, you'd better think twice.
No one rises up for nothing, so step up and pay the price, 'cause it's the high cost of low living. At high times, it turned yourself around. The high cost of low living is bound to put you six feet in the ground.

So many here who love you,
and still you just can't tell the real ones, and those that drop your name.
All the while behind your back, they rip the flesh right from your bones.
You should know by now that we're all fair game.
You've been chasing each dream with whiskey, from here to Tokyo.
You've been using up all your real friends in places left to go.
'Cause it's the high cost of low living,
and it's high time to turn yourself around. The high cost of low living is bound to put you six feet in the ground.

Don't look behind you,
don't look back.
Don't try to find reason in the past, 'cause the past is gone, gone at last.
And it's the high cost of low living, and it's high time to turn yourself around.
The high cost of low iving is bound to put you six feet in the ground.

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