from the Traffic LP of the same name


If you see something that looks like a star,
And it's shooting up out of the ground,
And your head is spinning from a loud guitar,
And you just can't escape from the sound,
Don't worry too much, it'll happen to you,
We were children once, playing with toys.
And the thing that you're hearing is only the sound
Of the low spark of high-heeled boys...

The percentage you're paying is too high-priced,
While you're living beyond all your means.
And the man in the suit has just bought a new car
>From the profit he's made on your dreams,
But today you just read that the man was shot dead
By a gun that didn't make any noise.
But it wasn't the bullet that laid him to rest,
Was the low spark of high-heeled boys...

If you had just a minute to breath,
And they granted you one final wish,
Would you ask for something like another chance?
Or something similar as this,
Don't worry too much, it'll happen to you,
As sure as your sorrows or joys.
And the thing that disturbs you is only the sound
Of the low spark of high-heeled boys...

The percentage you're paying is too high-priced,
While you're living beyond all your means.
And the man in the suit has just bought a new car
>From the profit he's made on your dreams,
But today you just read that the man was shot dead
By a gun that didn't make any noise.
But it wasn't the bullet that laid him to rest,
T'was the low spark of high-heeled boys...

If I gave you everything that I owned,
And asked for nothing in return,
Would you do the same for me as I would for you?
Or take me for a ride,
And strip me of everything, including my pride?
But spirit is something that no one destroys.
And the sound that you're hearing is only the sound
Of the low spark of high-heeled boys...




Transcribed by Rich Kulawiec, rsk@ecn.purdue.edu