You're All Scotch, No Soda

You should be grateful. I've never looked no better. You made clean break, come all washed up. What are the chances? My lover, my tormentor. You took the elevator all the way up. Well, you're all cash soda. Your fingers taste like torture. Send my body back New Orleans and dream a Little dream of me. Well, you're all cash and soda. I think I know who loved ya. Send my body back to dirty ground. Like the city that you sleep around. Pass the shimo. Here's to who you know. You look so sad, boy. You smell like gin and failure. You sing a sad song. I knew a sad man. Told me to keep my chin up. Told me to smile more, so I took his Teeth. Well, you're all cash and soda. Your fingers taste like torture. Send my body back to New Orleans and dream A little dream of me. Well, you're all cash and soda. I think I know who loved ya. Send my body on to dirty ground, like the City that you sleep around. Well, you're all cash and soda. Your fingers taste like torture. Send my body back to New Orleans and dream A little dream of me. Pass the shimo. Here's to who you know. Well, arms and hands, and slightly damaged. And young, lonely. You took advantage. Well, You're all cash and soda Your fingertips contort ya Send my body back to New Orleans You're just A little dream to me Well, you're all cash and soda Your fingertips Contort ya Send my body on a dirty ground City that can't sleep Well, you're all cash and Soda Your fingertips contort ya Send my body back New Orleans You're a little dream to me That She's alone Just a movie now