Champagne & Cigarettes

Lay me on the grass
And kiss these bones they taste much better than
Champagne & cigarettes
Let’s undress and confess sinful plans
And I, I want to take you down
I want to spin you around
And make you pay for what you did
Did you not notice that he’s just a kid?
He drank himself to death
Bingeing on champagne and cigarettes
And I, I want to kneel you down
I want your head to the ground
And make you pray for what you did
Pay for what you did
Pray for what you did
Pay for what you did