Smuggling Smoke
By Indi Riverflow | January 25, 2012
Hanging on to his high by a very thin string
Superhero quick and Houdini slick
As white rabbits leap from his bag of tricks
As a cloud of glitter spun the room
Sustained by a psychic sonic boom
Till dawn’s early darkness shone
On how big and bad your pride had grown
{Chorus}
Once I thought you were the Devil himself
With Heaven in a bottle sitting right on your shelf
When the Reaper arrives to ring your bell
Bet you’ll turn a profit smuggling smoke into Hell
The very best and worst of friends
Vowed to back me till the bitter end
Filled to the brim with vinegar and piss
Guess I always knew it would go down like this
We danced to summon acid rain
We drove blindly in the fastest of lanes
We’d pray to melt the world away
Shuffling in shadows to keep our sight at bay
In the highway haze I missed the signs
The turnoff to madness you decided we’d drive
Gambling our flesh along the double line
As if you were trying to get out of staying alive
{Chorus}
{Bridge}
It’s all about timing
And being where it’s at
When the temperature is climbing
Bust out the welcome mat
Teapot whistle
Mercury’s gone to your head
Everybody scramble
Hatter’s mad
And seeing red
{Chorus}
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