Paroles de Quitters Don't Smoke

Woah, woah, woah, woah I’ve heard that cheap whine time after time And how they spell their name And how they play their game They will paint the sky saying you are the crime Dance to their pipe and you’ll turn out the same Woah, woah, woah, woah I’d lay tracks so you could follow the road to Rome If you would let me All we need is the color to set the tone Draw me the line, show me obscene Give me the best drug the world’s ever seen Playing with fire tastes much better when I'm on Woah, woah, woah, woah Straight fix, or high on paper Got your name, mark, and number They’ll singe you out Toak, smoke, breathe, choke! I’d lay tracks so you could follow the road to Rome If you would let me All we need is the color to set the tone Draw me the line, show me obscene Give me the best drug the world’s ever seen Playing with fire tastes much better when I'm on Let’s go to war, sell me a dream You are the best thing that I’ve ever seen All of the others don’t know what that means Hanged, drawn and quartered they should be for their sins Draw me the line, show me obscene Give me the best drug the world’s ever seen Playing with fire tastes much better when I'm on Let’s go to war, sell me a dream You are the best thing that I’ve ever seen All of the others don’t know what that means Hanged, drawn and quartered they should be for their sins