Cocaine (We're All Going To Hell) - Strata

She draws the costume correct

In thick, black and red eyeliner

Yeah, she’s too young for the club

But the guys at the door don’t mind her

The boys are all lining up for their chance

To wine and dine her

She thinks she’s working the scene

But she’s caught up in a web full of spiders

And all the drinks they buy her

Hey, hey, she don’t like cocaine, baby

Just likes how it smells, says, ‽Maybe

You can drive me home if you wantâ€

Hey, hey, she don’t like cocaine, baby

Just likes how it smells, says, ‽Maybe

You can drive me home if you wantâ€

Hey, hey

Then you wake up beside her saying

«Baby, I think you should leave»

She had a really rough night

She got too high and now she can’t breathe

And if the ambulance comes

You know they’re gonna bring the police

So you wrap her up tight, put her to sleep

Beneath a willow tree and your hands are clean

Hey, hey, she don’t like cocaine, baby

Just likes how it smells, says, ‽Maybe

You can drive me home if you wantâ€

Hey, hey, she don’t like cocaine, baby

Just likes how it smells, says, ‽Maybe

You can drive me home if you wantâ€

Hey, hey, she don’t like cocaine, baby

Just likes how it smells, says, ‽Maybe

You can drive me home if you wantâ€

Hey, hey, she don’t like cocaine, baby

Just likes how it smells, says, ‽Maybe

You can drive me homeâ€

So go out and have your fun tonight

You might as well go out and raise your glass to life

Go out and have your fun tonight

You might as well go out and raise your drinks to life

'Cause we’re all going to hell

And so now we can see how easily we become

Hopelessly tangled up in the very webs we’ve spun

So give me one last line and I promise you I’m done

This is the story of how one night can weigh a ton

Hey, hey, she don’t like cocaine, baby

Just likes how it smells, says, ‽Maybe

You can drive me home if you wantâ€

Hey, hey, she don’t like cocaine, baby

Just likes how it smells, says, ‽Maybe

You can drive me home if you wantâ€

Hey, hey, she don’t like cocaine, baby

Just likes how it smells, says, ‽Maybe

You can drive me home if you wantâ€

Hey, hey, she don’t like cocaine

She don’t like cocaine