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

(Ooh)
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

(Ooh)