Going High - L.A. Guns

Last one down is first on the burner

What a game

Make it count 'cause the pain is murder

On a holiday

Last year’s flame is tomorrow’s coal

Won’t trade my name for my soul

And it’s high

Even higher than I’d known

There’s no way I’m going home

High

Even farther to fall

And I’m getting

Getting it all

Getting it all

Pull my heart from wax with a needle

That machine’s alive

Write it down in the business of evil

With a dotted line

Last year’s flame is tomorrow’s coal

Won’t trade my name for my soul

And it’s high

Even higher than I’d known

There’s no way I’m going home

High

Even farther to fall

And I’m getting

Getting it all

Getting it all

Who are you?

I’ve been here longer than the rest

You can crawl back down

But I’ll be clawing way up high