Songtexte:
Black Market Cigarettes

every lost object in sight Handbags, toupees, lost legs and fingernails The black market eats up all your failures Her transistor offers no salvation or regrets No pool, no pets, no cigarettes

good to me i see you in an alley shop and clean and focus like a hope when he smoked a cigarette looking away smelling something surgical that leaves a mark

Your brains went black, when she took back her love And put it out into the sun, the birds did fly When the heavens all went dry And the cigarettes were

home, can't carry their same load But I feel guilty like the flight went down And my cellphone wasn't on airplane mode Soy-based newsprint, black market

m gone on that motherfuckin' Indo You gotta stay strapped Ain't no time to blank Niggas in my hood left dead with they corpses' stank Black-on-black crimes

And they say your life was marked And you were wondering if it would ever start Stop Sunlight on a razor blade three different souls And the lives they

OUT 'CAUSE YOUR ROOTS ARE SHOWING DYE EM BLACK - DYE EM BLACK BLACK BLACK BLACK BLACK NO. 1 BLACK BLACK BLACK BLACK NO. 1 LITTLE WOLF SKIN BOOTS - AND CLOVE CIGARETTES

shit Apparition of a poltergeist Blessed with heart But is cold as ice and broken twice Now I walk with an axe Dressed in all jet black with contacts

mean hanging? [Warden] ...Caffeine, cocaine or opium? Arm length. 31 inches... The matrons are on the way. So don't get too cozy. Put off that cigarette