Sophie from Church

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