You're All Scotch, No Soda

You should be grateful I've never looked no better

You made a clean break, I'm all washed up

What are the chances?

My love for my tormentor

You took the elevator all the way up

Well, you're all scotch, no soda

Your fingertips could torture

Drag my body back to New Orleans

And dream a little dream of me

Well you're all scotch, no soda

I think I know who loves ya'

Drag my body across the dirty ground

I like a city that can sleep around

Pass the cheap Merlot

Here's to who you know

You look so sad, boy– you smell like gin and failure

You sing a sad song

I knew a sad man

Told me to keep my chin up

Told me to smile more so I took his teeth

Well, you're all scotch, no soda

Your fingertips could torture

Drag my body back to New Orleans

And dream a little dream of me

Well, you're all scotch, no soda

I think I know who loves ya'

Drag my body on the dirty ground

I like a city that can sleep around

Well, you're all scotch, no soda

Your fingertips could torture

Drag my body back to New Orleans

And dream a little dream of me

Pass the cheap Merlot

Here's to who you know

Underhanded

Slightly damaged

Hey, young lonely

You took advantage

Well, you're all scotch, no soda

Your fingertips could torture

Send my body back to New Orleans

And dream a little dream of me

Well, you're all scotch, no soda

Your fingertips could torture

Drag my body on the dirty ground

I like a city that can sleep

Well, you're all scotch, no soda

Your fingertips could torture

Drag my body back to New Orleans

And dream a little dream of me

Pass the cheap Merlot

Here's to who you know