Nikotinselbstmord

Take a pull on that cigarette
Feel my mind calming down
Treat my self with disrespect
Don't ever slow down

They tell me it's suicide
Start turning the ground
Like third world infanticide
It's a bus bearing down

Take a drag on that cigarette
Tell them all to calm down
I'll cash my chips in yet
If you don't wear me out

I'm dancing round my tombstone
Tar stained is the ground
Lung shadows standing by me
They drown out the sound
Forty stories on your head
When they came crashing down

I'll take a drag on my cigarette
When the urge comes around
If they're sure it's suicide
Then I guess I'll leave no doubt

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