Bm Nobokov is sun-licked now D Upon the beach at Gruenwald Bm Brilliant and naked just G The way that authors looks Clare and Lady Manners drink Until the other cows go home Gossip till their lips are bleeding Politics and all Chorus: Em A I'd rather be high (I'd rather be high) Em A I'd rather be flying (I'd rather be flying) Dm7 I'd rather be dead F#m7 Or out of my head Dm7 D Than training these guns on those men in the sand A I'd rather be high The Thames was black, the tower dark I flew to Cairo, find my regiment Cityโs full of generals And generals full of shit I stumble to the graveyard and I Lay down by my parents, whisper Just remember duckies Everybody gets got Chorus D A I'm seventeen and my looks can prove it D A I'm so afraid that I will lose it E I'd rather smoke and phone my ex D7 A Be pleading for some teenage sex, yeah Chorus | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA D Dm D7 Dm7 E Em F#m F#m7 G Bm |