Smoke Rings & Cheap Cologne（烟圈与廉价香颂）

作词 : Ultron-18

作曲 : Ultron-18

编曲 : Ultron-18

Your perfume’s a half-sung blues,

Cigarette ash writes the news.

Neon drips on barstool vows—

We’re two ice cubes meltin’ now.

Yeah, the night’s a wrinkled suit,

Your smirk’s the zoot I can’t refute.

Whiskey traces on your lip,

A slow-drip eclipse of common sense.

Dice roll in your throaty laugh,

Jukebox croons our epitaph.

Your pinky ring’s a borrowed moon,

Scratchin’ 3am’s tired tune.

Yeah, the night’s a wrinkled suit,

Your smirk’s the zoot I can’t refute.

Whiskey traces on your lip,

A slow-drip eclipse of common sense.

Duh-dah-doo, the ashtray’s full…

“Gimme a light, doll—or a requiem.”

Yeah, life’s a thrift-shop suit,

Your lies’re the zoot I still salute.

That lipstick stain on my last buck—

Eternal damnation’s dumbest luck.

“Another round? Kid...I was born round.”