Soot and Lace (Surfside Mix)

I want to print my own money And wear leather Italian shoes Be a target of my own shadow Watch birds at my window turning reddish blue It’s very last minute Something I can’t choose I’ll roll the last dice And watch it make me lose Reliving the drama New smoke on old mirrors Fall on my curved sword Write a book about dry rivers This love has no value As I chose self over you Just preach to the choir Butt faced right through and through Bridge Repeat verse 1 Repeat verse 2 Soot and lace All over my face Soot and lace Lace lace and lace