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