"Sex, God, and Cigarettes" genre: Acoustic
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	a song about growing up
	Credits: David Bowick
	Lyrics write me a letter send it to my home town fill it with stories of sex, God, and cigarettes don't miss a beat, It'll come back to haunt you and santa won't bring you everything you wanted repress the demons as they puncture the lining as you dream of sex god and cigarettes The sun shines bright though the clouds though you spite it So eat the rest of your plate or you can just stay hungry In a way, it's not really me, you can't stay, you'd better leave It's not my fault, it's yours so go 'head on your way If you could raise your head I'd die to give you everything If I weren't a friend, i'd reach a hand to help you and fill it up with sex, god, and cigarettes So how's it going on your trip to the city To live your life of sex, god, and cigarettes If you find a tree, have a seat underneath it and buddha will guide you, if you shut up and listen

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