I’ve got a pistol in a paper bag
That says you’re not sorry
That says you’re not sorry
That says you’re not sorry

Who would have thought you said you were
Ready to sacrifice the cure
When there’s an art to staying clean
In a place where smoking is the scene

I’ve got a pistol and a plastic bag
Full of hallucinogenic shwag
We know the guilt will drift away
As soon as we forget about today

I’ve got a bottle and a gas soaked rag
That says you’re into me
That says you’re into me
That says you’re into me

Who would have thought that it just begun
Ready to sacrifice your lungs
When your stress is the first thing on your list
And looking cool comes