Roll Me A Cigarette. Lyrics JOHN Shaw. Music Ford | Grimes.

The weatherman says. 
Grey is the colour of the day. 
His sweeping arm calls up a storm. 
The barometer is already dropping. 
Roll me a cigarette, and tell me,

Life is irresponsible.

Can’t face the day on yet more pills.

It’s not my favorite medication.

Fix me ice with a twist of lemon, 
Set it on its feet with a shot of vodka.

Try sending that in my direction.

Everyday life stares unblinking from your make-up mirror.

Look again and see your mother.

Life is not your friend.

It never gives an even break. 
It hates a level playing field, 
It moves the goal posts overnight.

Remember there is more to life than winning. 
Remember you're a sassy woman. 
Remember all the things you did for love?

Throw away that black umbrella.

Roll me a kiss from scarlet lips. 
Blow, weather man, and crash your graphics!

Tell me life is irresponsible.

Don’t let me die before you listen.

Pour me a glass of cold champagne.

Don’t let me die before you listen

Pour me a glass of cold Champagne