Rana Songtext
von Pitchfork

Sharing a cigarette with a leper,
A cigar with a leperette.
Smoke don′t give no shelter
It's easy to forget
That skin won′t rub off on me
And i go home clean
And everything is peachy keen.


(Hop toad hop)
(Don't dry up)

Upside down in your garbage,
I'm breaking in to your garage.
Thank you for your guiltful gesture
Ya wear it like a purple heart.

That′s the way the cookie crumbles
And filters down to us
I guess it must beat being a slave.
It′s amazing what people throw away.