Paper Cigarettes

When the gaslight's over And I find the courage to go sleep It's still you I'll think of And your intellectuals that I'll seek... ...And you shall find cool kids But you're nervous and you act so meek But just maybe we'll be Happy once we split up for a week I know paper turns right into cigarettes Pretty paper turns right into cigarettes Smoke me light me, it won't make a difference, Cuz I know paper turns right into cigarettes Now the moon is killing All the cats and players and the queens We just wanna swing but postmodernism is found in all the zines (What does that even mean?) I don't really know But I know nothing that you'll seem to see Not much happens up here but Soon you'll taste the acid of my dreams I know paper turns right into cigarettes Pretty paper turns right into cigarettes Smoke me light me, it won't make a difference, Cuz I know paper turns right into cigarettes Now the lights are broken And I can't count no sheep It doesn't thrill me half as much As when the toxic speak Cuz we're woke and we're standing Up for the oppressed But sometimes I can't help but laugh When I try my damn best I know paper (turns right into cigarettes) I know paper (turns right into cigarettes) I know paper (turns right into cigarettes) I know paper (turns right into cigarettes) I know paper turns right into cigarettes Pretty paper turns right into cigarettes Smoke me light me, it won't make a difference, Cuz I know paper turns right into cigarettes I know paper turns right into cigarettes Pretty paper turns right into cigarettes Smoke me light me, it won't make a difference, Cuz I know paper turns right into cigarettes (oohs) I know paper turns right into cigarettes Pretty paper turns right into cigarettes Smoke me light me, it won't make a difference, Cuz I know paper turns right into cigarettes (oohs)