Mother Hips

Smoke

Mother Hips


Kickers come-on 
Tonight we're leaving 
So kiss your baby on the ear 
We'll be playing but she won't hear 

As we climb aboard the bus 
We don't leave nothing behind us but our smoke 
Smoke please lead us up to heaven 

Wilco was up on the stage 
A cigarette, a straight-edge & a jet plane 
You, you and I 
Must be high 

But the dressing room's too hot 
So we hit the parking lot 
Where we smoke 
Smoke please lead us up to heaven 

We got smoke 
Smoke