| Song | High On Your Own Supply - Instrumental Version |
| Artist | Apollo 440 |
| Album | Gettin' High On Your Own Supply |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Gardner, Gray, Gray, Hoxley ... | |
| Been building glass houses | |
| When it's raining stones | |
| There's crap on your doorstep | |
| Now you're all on your own | |
| You gave it no quarter | |
| Now you're treading water | |
| Bartender rang time, it's too late for last orders | |
| You're making a meal out of keeping it real | |
| Sold your soul to the man | |
| It's all part of the deal, | |
| Your rhymes were incredible, | |
| Your marker indelible | |
| So full of yourself you think your shit is edible | |
| Bow wow wow wow wow | |
| Bow wow wow wow wow | |
| Getting high | |
| Getting high | |
| Getting high | |
| On your own | |
| On your own supply | |
| Because in the end you are all on your own | |
| It's what's in your heart and not what you own | |
| You can't see where you're going | |
| You slip, now it's snowing | |
| It won't be too long before the rhymes they stop flowing | |
| Reality bites | |
| As they switch off the lights | |
| It's a long way to fall from the dizzying heights | |
| You cut through the pretension | |
| Too late for redemption | |
| It's the end of the line - now pay close attention! | |
| Bow wow wow wow wow | |
| Getting high | |
| Getting high | |
| On your own | |
| On your own | |
| Now it's got to the point | |
| Where you just can't connect | |
| You've lost all control | |
| You've lost all respect | |
| The mixers are mixing it | |
| The fixers are fixing it | |
| Over inflated there's no restricting it | |
| You're no captain scarlet | |
| You're not indestructible | |
| Just who's in your pocket? | |
| And who is corruptible? | |
| You speak the unspoken | |
| Your will has been broken, | |
| Your own self delusion | |
| Your gestures are token! | |
| Getting high | |
| Getting high | |
| Getting high | |
| On your own | |
| On your own supply | |
| Wave bye bye | |
| Getting high | |
| Getting high | |
| On your own | |
| On your own |
| zuo ci : Gardner, Gray, Gray, Hoxley ... | |
| Been building glass houses | |
| When it' s raining stones | |
| There' s crap on your doorstep | |
| Now you' re all on your own | |
| You gave it no quarter | |
| Now you' re treading water | |
| Bartender rang time, it' s too late for last orders | |
| You' re making a meal out of keeping it real | |
| Sold your soul to the man | |
| It' s all part of the deal, | |
| Your rhymes were incredible, | |
| Your marker indelible | |
| So full of yourself you think your shit is edible | |
| Bow wow wow wow wow | |
| Bow wow wow wow wow | |
| Getting high | |
| Getting high | |
| Getting high | |
| On your own | |
| On your own supply | |
| Because in the end you are all on your own | |
| It' s what' s in your heart and not what you own | |
| You can' t see where you' re going | |
| You slip, now it' s snowing | |
| It won' t be too long before the rhymes they stop flowing | |
| Reality bites | |
| As they switch off the lights | |
| It' s a long way to fall from the dizzying heights | |
| You cut through the pretension | |
| Too late for redemption | |
| It' s the end of the line now pay close attention! | |
| Bow wow wow wow wow | |
| Getting high | |
| Getting high | |
| On your own | |
| On your own | |
| Now it' s got to the point | |
| Where you just can' t connect | |
| You' ve lost all control | |
| You' ve lost all respect | |
| The mixers are mixing it | |
| The fixers are fixing it | |
| Over inflated there' s no restricting it | |
| You' re no captain scarlet | |
| You' re not indestructible | |
| Just who' s in your pocket? | |
| And who is corruptible? | |
| You speak the unspoken | |
| Your will has been broken, | |
| Your own self delusion | |
| Your gestures are token! | |
| Getting high | |
| Getting high | |
| Getting high | |
| On your own | |
| On your own supply | |
| Wave bye bye | |
| Getting high | |
| Getting high | |
| On your own | |
| On your own |
| zuò cí : Gardner, Gray, Gray, Hoxley ... | |
| Been building glass houses | |
| When it' s raining stones | |
| There' s crap on your doorstep | |
| Now you' re all on your own | |
| You gave it no quarter | |
| Now you' re treading water | |
| Bartender rang time, it' s too late for last orders | |
| You' re making a meal out of keeping it real | |
| Sold your soul to the man | |
| It' s all part of the deal, | |
| Your rhymes were incredible, | |
| Your marker indelible | |
| So full of yourself you think your shit is edible | |
| Bow wow wow wow wow | |
| Bow wow wow wow wow | |
| Getting high | |
| Getting high | |
| Getting high | |
| On your own | |
| On your own supply | |
| Because in the end you are all on your own | |
| It' s what' s in your heart and not what you own | |
| You can' t see where you' re going | |
| You slip, now it' s snowing | |
| It won' t be too long before the rhymes they stop flowing | |
| Reality bites | |
| As they switch off the lights | |
| It' s a long way to fall from the dizzying heights | |
| You cut through the pretension | |
| Too late for redemption | |
| It' s the end of the line now pay close attention! | |
| Bow wow wow wow wow | |
| Getting high | |
| Getting high | |
| On your own | |
| On your own | |
| Now it' s got to the point | |
| Where you just can' t connect | |
| You' ve lost all control | |
| You' ve lost all respect | |
| The mixers are mixing it | |
| The fixers are fixing it | |
| Over inflated there' s no restricting it | |
| You' re no captain scarlet | |
| You' re not indestructible | |
| Just who' s in your pocket? | |
| And who is corruptible? | |
| You speak the unspoken | |
| Your will has been broken, | |
| Your own self delusion | |
| Your gestures are token! | |
| Getting high | |
| Getting high | |
| Getting high | |
| On your own | |
| On your own supply | |
| Wave bye bye | |
| Getting high | |
| Getting high | |
| On your own | |
| On your own |