you re the life of the party everybody s host still you need somewhere you can hide all your good time friends and your fairweather has beens lord knows just along for the ride you think you re a survivor but boy you better think twice no one rides for nothing so step up and pay the price it s the high cost of low living ain t it high time you turn yourself around yeah the high cost of low living is bound to put you six feet in the ground so many here who love you but still you just can t tell the real ones from those who drop your name all the while behind your back they rip the flesh right from your bones you should know by now we re all fair game you ve been chasing each dream with whiskey from here to tokyo using up all your real friends places left to go  it s the high cost of low living ain t it high time you turn yourself around yeah the high cost of low living is bound to put you six feet in the ground don t look behind you ah don t look back don t try to find reason in the past past is gone gone at last it s high cost of low living it s high time you turn yourself around well the high cost of low living is bound to put you six feet in the ground