The bustle of people
The joint between the teeth
The city comes alive
When the sun goes down

She blows out a circle of smoke
She's had the practice
Everyone tells her to stop
"***** them all," she says

The moon is high in the sky
But no stars can be seen
There's too much smoke
So much smoke

She knows it's bad
That's the point
With each inhalation
She's closer to detonation

People walk by without a second glance
They've got everything on their minds
She's got one thought
Let this be the night

But it's just another night
Another night
Blowing smoke
In the city that comes alive
When the sun goes down