Cocaine Socialist

So I met her at a college house show
She was doing lines off a cracked phone
The boys around her listened as she spoke
About injustices and oppressed folks.

She had Doc's on her feet
And Gauges in her ears
A freshly shaven head
And a thrifted Che Guevara T-Shirt

And as the phone passed around
Theory was discussed
And somewhere in Mexico
A politician was hushed

She was a Cocaine Socialist
Unaware and confident
Like a Christian serial killer
A perfect complement

She was a Cocaine Socialist
A Cocaine Socialist
A Cocaine Socialist and
Just my Type

Cocaine Socialist
She was so fine
She was so
Cocaine Socialist
She was so fine

So I stared at the dime bag a while
Wondered how it got here
The distances it traveled
And the irony of its fate

From a hillside in Venezuela
Into the hand of a cartel
From a shack in Miami
To the nose of this poor poor girl

And all the fair-trade coffee
All the sustainable clothes
All the theory and praxis
Undone in a line up the nose

She was a Cocaine Socialist
A Cocaine Socialist
A Cocaine Socialist and
Just my Type

Cocaine Socialist
She was so fine
She was so
Cocaine Socialist
She was so fine



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Writer(s): Aidan Williams
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