Missiles on the ground, waiting to be launched.
Bombers in the air, dropping dirty bombs.
Cocaine in her hair, cocaine in her mouth.
Had to get away, f*ck this dirty town.
I don't have much left but dots & cigarettes.
I don't have much left but dots & cigarettes.
I'm doing everything to be okay.
The world's f*cked up in every way.
I don't have much left but dots & cigarettes.
I'll shave my head, wear a dress.
Irony fits them best.
What is art?
What is love?
Who are you?
Where is God?
Cocaine in her hair, cocaine in her mouth.
Had to get away, f*ck this dirty town.
I don't have much left but dots & cigarettes.
I don't have much left but dots & cigarettes.
I'm doing everything to be okay.
The world's f*cked up in every way.
I don't have much left but dots & cigarettes.
Aztec Milk Temple - Dots & Cigarettes Lyrics
Aztec Milk Temple - Dots & Cigarettes Lyrics
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Missiles on the ground, waiting to be launched.
Bombers in the air, dropping dirty bombs.
Cocaine in her hair, cocaine in her mouth.
Had to get away, f*ck this dirty town.
I don't have much left but dots & cigarettes.
I don't have much left but dots & cigarettes.
I'm doing everything to be okay.
The world's f*cked up in every way.
I don't have much left but dots & cigarettes.
I'll shave my head, wear a dress.
Irony fits them best.
What is art?
What is love?
Who are you?
Where is God?
Cocaine in her hair, cocaine in her mouth.
Had to get away, f*ck this dirty town.
I don't have much left but dots & cigarettes.
I don't have much left but dots & cigarettes.
I'm doing everything to be okay.
The world's f*cked up in every way.
I don't have much left but dots & cigarettes.
Bombers in the air, dropping dirty bombs.
Cocaine in her hair, cocaine in her mouth.
Had to get away, f*ck this dirty town.
I don't have much left but dots & cigarettes.
I don't have much left but dots & cigarettes.
I'm doing everything to be okay.
The world's f*cked up in every way.
I don't have much left but dots & cigarettes.
I'll shave my head, wear a dress.
Irony fits them best.
What is art?
What is love?
Who are you?
Where is God?
Cocaine in her hair, cocaine in her mouth.
Had to get away, f*ck this dirty town.
I don't have much left but dots & cigarettes.
I don't have much left but dots & cigarettes.
I'm doing everything to be okay.
The world's f*cked up in every way.
I don't have much left but dots & cigarettes.
Writer: Ronald Braxton Fugate, Matthew A. Miller, Vincent Joseph Martin, Scott Tucker
Copyright: Lyrics © IDOL PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © IDOL PUBLISHING
Performed By: Aztec Milk Temple
Language: English
Length: 2:19
Written by: Ronald Braxton Fugate, Matthew A. Miller, Vincent Joseph Martin, Scott Tucker