Cheap Champagne Songtext
von Georgie James
Cheap Champagne Songtext
Falling, falling down again.
Watch your, watch your step.
They′re lying the traps along the avenues.
Believe the boulevard's a mess.
And they sell us pretty pills to take the pain away.
They sell us pretty pills to ease the pain.
They let us wash it down with cheap champagne.
They sell us pretty pills to ease the pain.
But they′re not fooling me.
Oh oh oh, they're not fooling me.
Across the, across the universe,
They're calling us by name.
But the radio frequency
Is jamming up again.
And we cant hear the sound of symphonies
Over some simple melody.
The boots, they finally march so willingly.
And we cant hear the symphony.
Theyre not fooling me.
Oh oh, they′re not fooling me.
Oh oh...
Falling, falling down again.
Watch your, watch your step.
They′re lying the traps along the avenues.
Believe the boulevard's a mess.
And then they sell us pretty pills to take the pain away.
They sell us pretty pills to ease the pain.
They let us wash it down, down, down with cheap champagne.
They sell us pretty pills to ease the pain.
But they′re not fooling me.
Oh oh, they're not fooling me.
Watch your, watch your step.
They′re lying the traps along the avenues.
Believe the boulevard's a mess.
And they sell us pretty pills to take the pain away.
They sell us pretty pills to ease the pain.
They let us wash it down with cheap champagne.
They sell us pretty pills to ease the pain.
But they′re not fooling me.
Oh oh oh, they're not fooling me.
Across the, across the universe,
They're calling us by name.
But the radio frequency
Is jamming up again.
And we cant hear the sound of symphonies
Over some simple melody.
The boots, they finally march so willingly.
And we cant hear the symphony.
Theyre not fooling me.
Oh oh, they′re not fooling me.
Oh oh...
Falling, falling down again.
Watch your, watch your step.
They′re lying the traps along the avenues.
Believe the boulevard's a mess.
And then they sell us pretty pills to take the pain away.
They sell us pretty pills to ease the pain.
They let us wash it down, down, down with cheap champagne.
They sell us pretty pills to ease the pain.
But they′re not fooling me.
Oh oh, they're not fooling me.
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