We were never being careful
Because the fire strikes at home and catches on the curtains
Grease fire lights up the curtails and coattails
Cocktails and wine dress for the parties
Fill yourself with silent screams
Screaming the night away
Last thing we felt were the burning cigarettes
Mix that with the lilacs
Can you fill your lungs with sweetened smoke?
Can you take your bullshit down a notch?
Just relax! Relax!
Pull back my collar
Good boy now sit
I still have to finish my cigarettes
Pull back your collar
Heel boy now sit
Wait men! Wait there!
We still need to fire up the lilacs
Let the burning lilacs
Sweeten the room
And we can escape
We can escape and relax
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