Seven Different Kinds Of Smoke Songtext
von Moonraker

Cut me to ribbons
Hand them out for participation
Give them to everyone
Except for the coach′s son

He's on the all-star team
Yeah he′s gonna get a trophy
Just 'cause my dad was too busy to love me
Enough to quit his job to manage my girl group
That's why I don′t have a Grammy


Cut me to wristbands
And I′ll win the Tour de France
They'll all know my fucking name
Just don′t tell me whose blood's in my veins

Then cut out the floorboards, cut out my heart
And pedal like hell when the pistol says start
But the telltale metronome won′t mean a thing to me
That's why we′re miles apart

What fresh hell is this?
A promise is a promise and you never keep your promises
What fresh hell is this?
Cut me up, cut me down, cut me out and cut your losses

I called in all my favors
Now nobody owes me shit
And there's no honor among liars
You're just gonna have to deal with it


Deal with it