Testi:
Black Market Cigarettes

(feat. Odd Oberhiem) [Mark Moog] 2005, ready to go Mark Moog, Keith Korg, Silver Synth Analog explosion move rattle brains in midrange All dirt production

up every lost object in sight Handbags, toupees, lost legs and fingernails The black market eats up all your failures Her transistor offers no salvation or regrets No pool, no pets, no cigarettes

don't know how to show shame Additional instrumentation ain't it, sane it Strictly words and ventilation when I paint it Famous as Footwear gear, plane as Goodyear Black

gone on that motherfuckin' Indo You gotta stay strapped Ain't no time to blank Niggas in my hood left dead with they corpses' stank Black-on-black crimes

just saw Her naive eyes dart forward The red lights read segmented black She's always changing her mind She's giving advice or giving out signs The cigarette

You're face drains white, you're eyes fade black. Don't you get that there's no turning back. You've crossed the line and made a mark for good. Whatever

of a poltergiest Blessed with a heart but it's cold as ice And broken twice Now I walk with an axe Dressed in all jet black with contacts Straight

Black black black black No. 1 she dyes it black black black black No. 1 Ooh yeah Black black black black No. 1 black black black black No. 1

for bomer and this fix is for bradley this song is for winning losers it's for lucky substance abusers the ones who left their black marks on us