Smoking A Consulate

歌詞

Smoking A Consulate One time that I strayed I was fighting for peace She joked that she was f***ing for Jesus. So that kind of made it OK We tripped up the stairs She was smoking a Consulate The menthol smoke rings dispersed on our tongues And I lost my way. On a Wednesday evening At an eight-ball motel With plasterboard walls Under the pylons. We heard doors open and we hear doors close Out in the corridor. You had this T-shirt with the slogan "Stay alive in '85" Not one of Katherine Hamnet's better designs And a blue silk jacket By Paul Smith Long before anyone had ever heard of him. All bootsale rags Car bootsale rags now And it's a Wednesday evening At an eight-ball motel Those plasterboard walls Under the pylons. I see doors open and I see doors close And I'm out in the corridor. Smoking a Consulate