Friends in High Places - Bear Hands

Think I’m in love with Karen’s O face, what?

I wanna marry up and fast

Flew private once, I can’t go back

Think I’m in love with Lana’s lips on wax

I wanna ride with you there and back

I wanna carry you like Jesus

Down red carpets during Ken

I want a no-show job that sounds good to my new bourgeois friends

I want a copy of the keys to your matte black Cadillac

I wanna ride with you there and back

I think I love Alice for burning down castles of friends

A mushroom cloud expands, a kingdom built on shifting sands

Think I love Dej for breaking bread up in her hands

I wanna migrate to Michigan

I want a chariot like Steve’s built for the trip from promised lands

I want a stereo receiver

Bumping transcendent jams

I want a copy of the keys to your matte black Cadillac

I wanna ride with you there and back

I wanna love you like you’re my last

I wanna ride with you there and back

I wanna love you like you’re my last