smoke your last cigarette

its broadwayjo here leading lambs to water a little bitty about sliding out the back when your lover wont let you be my women waits when i walk out the door hop into my cadi to the liquor store she knows i wont be home for days with hookers and hotel rooms and cocaine broadwayjo is gone and he might not make it back lifes been a haze since i flunked 4th grade because i couldnt get my nose away from spray paint i get a headache from overcooked steak i take it personal when her moans are fake i get so pissed when she comes home late a dialtone leaves a lump in my throat when she screams like a psycho and hangs up the phone we used to be a happy pear when we first met now her daddy sending me death threats romeo had juliet but give me 3 sweeties and a new Corvette jackie o had johnny f but i just wanna smoke your last ciggarette its all for nothing no in between its broadwayjo with sticky hands i skyscrape the heavens in ripped jeans and vans make the kitty go ba bam bam bam bam see me walking down the street you dont know how a mothafucka could be so dope romeo chorus winona rida had johnny deep but i just wanna smoke your last ciggarette its all for nothing no in between i aint seen my honey since i sold my soul like nat king cole im so rock n roll for a spoon ill sing you a tune and dance like a banshee underneath the moon i pick up clues like Nancy drew and if you aint heard yet i flew the coope