Smoke - Rustic Overtones, Funk Flex

Smells like smoke

Smells like smoke

It smelled like smoke

Or smells like the stench of a Saturday night

The ceiling broke

The neighbors woke to the rain

When I woke to the orange light

One minute I’m burning up,

Then I’m soaked in the fire fight

The fire it drowned and the rain it choked tonight

Kicking up the dirt

You kick your spurs to the sun

It isn’t what you do, it’s what you’ve done

(Chorus)

Someone said you died last night,

But that you were fine

When you came to the church on Sunday,

You were looking like Saturday night

Someone said you died last night,

But that you were fine

And when you came to the church on Sunday,

You were looking like Saturday night

The Buggies climb in, when the kids climb out

Well there are polka dots of buggies,

Where the screen ripped out

The yellow toys swim through a dusty filth

They’ve got to break down the homes that the buggies have built

It’s when they’re kicking up the dirt,

They kick their spurs to the sun.

And when the buggies they sting kiddies they run.