Met a girl name Sophie at church
Makeup on a black eye
She told me that her Daddy was her hero
Then she asked me for a light
I said sorry I don't smoke
She said neither do I
But I been having lucid dreams
About that nicotine high
She said she only talks to Jesus
When its dark outside
And that she's jealous of the heathens
And their carefree life
Oh, the saints dance with the sinners
Percocets and polished shoes
Thеy all move their weathеred bodies
To the same sad tune
And it goes
Twinkle twinkle little star
Do you ever wonder what you are?
And her tears fall down from her cheeks to her jeans
Must be the nicotine
She's falling now from her feet to her knees
Must be the nicotine
And they'll keep looking down
Like they're angels sent from heaven
Back to the ground
Like they're blowing holy smoke from their cigarettes
They're all blacked out on a god complex
Yeah, they're all blacked out on a god complex
Sophie from church
Is 19 but she looks older
Drives her old Defender drunk
Until she's dead sober
Sunday she touches her bible
Monday she touches herself
Water and oil don't mix
Just like cocaine and the crucifix
Are they religious
Or are they just superstitious?
Broken bread and broken people
Whiskey prayers by the steeple
Oh the saints dance with the sinners
Percocets and polished shoes
They all move their weathered bodies
To the same sad tune
Singing
Twinkle twinkle little star
I still wonder what you are
Now her tears fall down from her cheeks to her jeans
Must be the nicotine
She's falling down from her feet to her knees
Must be the nicotine
And they'll keep looking down
Like they're angels sent from heaven
Back to the ground
Like they're blowing holy smoke from their cigarettes
They're all blacked out on a god complex
Yeah, they're all blacked out on a god complex
From the window
I watched her wrap her car around a tree
Then I realized
That Sophie was me
Oh, that Sophie was me