Strata Cocaine (We're All Going to Hell)

She draws the costume correct
In thick, black and red eyeliner.
She's too young for the club
But the guys at the door don't mind her.
The boys are all lining up
For their chance to wine and dine her.
She thinks she's working the scene
But she's caught up in a web full of spiders
(And all the drinks they buy her).

Hey! Hey!
She don't like cocaine, baby.
Just likes how it smells.
Says maybe you can drive me home if you want.

Then you wake up beside her saying
"Baby I think you should leave..."
She had a really rough night,
She got too high,
Now she can't breathe
And if the ambulance comes
You know they're gonna bring the police,
So you wrap her up tight,
Put her to sleep beneath a willow tree
And you hands are clean...

Hey! Hey!
She don't like cocaine, baby.
Just likes how it smells.
Says maybe you can drive me home if you want.

Hey! Hey!
She don't like cocaine, baby.
Just likes how it smells.
Says maybe you can drive me home if you want.

Hey! Hey!
She don't like cocaine, baby.
Just likes how it smells.
Says maybe you can drive me home if you want.

So go out and have your fun tonight,
You might as well
Go out and raise your glass to life.
Go out and have your fun tonight,
You might as well
Go out and raise your drinks to life,
'Cause we're all going to hell...

And so now we can see how easily we become
Hopelessly tangled up in the very webs we've spun.
So give me one last line and I promise you I'm done
This is the story of how one night can weigh a ton.

Hey! Hey!
She don't like cocaine, baby.
Just likes how it smells.
Says maybe you can drive me home if you want.

Hey! Hey!
She don't like cocaine, baby.
Just likes how it smells.
Says maybe you can drive me home if you want.

Hey! Hey!
She don't like cocaine, baby.
Just likes how it smells.
Says maybe you can drive me home if you want.

Hey! Hey!
She don't like cocaine.
She don't like cocaine.