Saint Nicotine Songtext
von Pie for Billy

This rooftop party′s a curated disaster
Some dude's talking crypto, speaking faster and faster
He thinks I′m listening, but I checked out long ago
Saying everything's corrupt as if I don't already know
He′s mansplaining postmodern art with vodka soda in his hand
And I′m developing a brand new twitch that I don't understand
So pardon my departure, I′ve got my own emergency
A one on one appointment with a bit of burning chemistry.

And my therapist said I should quit and push through
I want to disassociate, but some nicotine will do!

I don't need your intervention, I just need a fucking cigarette!
A bit of self-destruction that makes everyone around upset!
′Cause the world's on fire, it′s tragic and pathetic!
At least this slow-motion crash is purely aesthetic!
I know I'll wake up tomorrow coughing, gasping for fresh air
Saint Nicotine is all I have, so I sing this smoke filled prayer!


Another family dinner where the politics are showing
Uncle Dave is on a rant, and where the hell is this going?
The turkey's getting colder than my grandmother′s disdain
While I′m calculating how much longer I'll remain
My cousin′s talking NFTs, my sister's crying vegan
And I′m developing a new and fascinating twitch again
So I'll slip out to the porch where the ashtray′s looking lonely
Sometimes I think Camel Joe's the only one that knows me

And they're screaming "but you′re gonna die!"
You call this living? I′m barely scraping by!

I don't need your intervention, I just need a fucking cigarette!
A bit of self-destruction that makes everyone around upset!
′Cause the world's on fire, it′s tragic and pathetic!
At least this slow-motion crash is purely aesthetic!
I know I'll wake up tomorrow coughing, gasping for fresh air
Saint Nicotine is all I have, so I sing this smoke filled prayer!

In a room full of faces staring at their phones
The most intimate connection I have ever known
Is this burning ember glowing in the dark
A tiny, perfect rebellion, my own personal spark
While you′re all swiping right for some validation
I'll have a conversation with combustible salvation


I don't need your intervention, I just need a fucking cigarette!
A bit of self-destruction that makes everyone around upset!
′Cause the world′s on fire, it's tragic and pathetic!
At least this slow-motion crash is purely aesthetic!
I know I′ll wake up tomorrow coughing, gasping for fresh air
Saint Nicotine is all I have, so I sing this smoke filled prayer!