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Lyrics: [Verse 1] Velvet rope Gold teeth grin Backroom card game Thick blue gin Phonograph skipping On a scratched shellac You trace new lines On a mirror in the back Feathered girls All rouge and smoke You laugh too loud At your own bad jokes Saying “life tastes flat Like soda gone warm” You crave that burn You crave that storm [Chorus] Put the cocaine back in Coca Cola I wanna feel something I can’t control, yeah Sugar on my tongue, white ghost on my molars I’m chasing every high till the night tips over (Put it back, put it back now) Put the cocaine back in Coca Cola If I can’t grow up, I’ll just grow colder Dancing on the edge with the sad high rollers I’m laughing while I cry till the night tips over [Verse 2] You’re a punchline In a dead man’s suit Scuffed black shoes And a split-lip truth Say you’re gonna quit Then you call me up late “Just one more hit Just one more escape” We’re the house band For our own collapse Trumpet man nods As the ceiling cracks You raise that glass Like a loaded dare To the kid in the mirror Who’s no longer there [Chorus] Put the cocaine back in Coca Cola I wanna feel something I can’t control, yeah Sugar on my tongue, white ghost on my molars I’m chasing every high till the night tips over (Put it back, put it back now) Put the cocaine back in Coca Cola If I can’t grow up, I’ll just grow colder Dancing on the edge with the sad high rollers I’m laughing while I cry till the night tips over [Bridge] [Beat drops to half-time, guitars slam in] I don’t wanna be clean I just wanna be clear That I’d trade next year For a buzz right here All my friends are pulp On the ballroom floor But the band plays on So we ask for more (more, more) [Chorus] Put the cocaine back in Coca Cola I wanna feel something I can’t control, yeah Sugar on my tongue, white ghost on my molars I’m chasing every high till the night tips over (Put it back, put it back now) Put the cocaine back in Coca Cola If I can’t grow up, I’ll just grow bolder Laugh into the void with the sad high rollers We’re smiling as we crash, spilling out of our shoulders