Texty:
Smoke City

There's no honor between thieves As the ends meet it's getting harder to divide So do we sign away our lives and lose our name? You talk of benefits and

The optimist that died in me awoke to the pale blue in your eyes to show me there's a world I gave up long before I married to the bottle, hit the road

Where do I sleep tonight? Where did I leave my mind? I'll end up on the floor And these words will do just fine. I remember the nights spent up on

Wake up and grab your bags. California's burning to the ground. Wake up and grab your things. You and I are leaving Los Angeles. They'll try to hold

where are my friends tonight who's looking out for me i don't mind drinking by myself i don't wanna be alone again where are my friends tonight who

If you could see the women and children, the people we've all laid to rest. If you could bomb a city the size of Chicago here, tell me where is your conscience

Smoke If I keep smoking This cold'll never go away If I keep talking I know you'll never come and stay Stand the two up next to the other Don't

I hope you don't mind but I see you as my sanctuary I like the way that you are my sanctuary I hope you don't mind but I see you as my sanctuary I like

My friend jamie pan Peter pan of the park With flute he pipes his way On tree branches he plays Until it's dark Jamie pan When he gets restless He jumps