Cigarette Machine şarkı sözleri

Dry heave doubt From a little old dragon's mouth Split lip and split tongue Finally, cross-eyed She stands next to the cigarette machine This device has got it made, she thinks It has a cast-iron stomach, but a candle for a heart Odd the way the very stuff falls out Hard the way it makes you doubt This thing leaps up, complains, full of vile Not even star-crossed, just unlucky Odd how the very stuff falls out Hard the way it makes you smile This things leaps up, complains Not even star-crossed, just unlucky