Nicotine Lips Songtext
von The Flatliners

Hey quit trying to fan the flames
Let the embers settle in
Cause nothing gold can stay
But you can always spray paint it again
Forever hide the shame of your stifled creativity
Smoke your life down to the filter
Till you′re coming close to blowing smoke
So recognize your ghost is running out of rope
Say it now or hold your peace
Feel it bounce around your brain What makes the suffering sweet is the insurmountable pain
Dried up and obsolete
Your ugly pride can't exactly abstain
Smoke your life down to the filter
Till you′re coming close to blowing smoke
So recognize your ghost is running out of rope
Now drop the anchor through the floorboards of your boat
And let the crashing waves fill your lungs till you choke
You choke you choke you choke


Oh yeah you're coming close to blowing smoke
So recognize your ghost is running out of rope
Now drop the anchor through the floorboards of your boat
And let the crashing waves fill your lungs till you choke
You choke you choke