One drag
Two drag
Three drag
Four
Cigarettes are the only cureI lay my head down
At last to rest
With tar filled lungs
A heavy chestI see the smoke
Rise high above
Sweat dripping down
That smell I loveThe burning paper
I wish was my skin
Disappears slowly
I'm filled with sinMy lungs grow weak
My eyes shift right
My body lays lifeless
Til' tomorrow night.