Codeine - Cigarette Machine lyrics

Dry heave doubt From a little dragon's mouth Split lip and split tongue Finally, cross eyed She stands next to the cigarrette machine "This device has got it made," she thinks It has a cast iron stomach But a candle for a heart Odd the way the very stuff falls out Hard the way it makes you doubt This thing leaps up and complains, full of bile Not even starcrossed, just unlucky Odd how the very stuff falls out Hard the way it makes you smile This thing leaps up and complains Not even starcrossed, just unlucky