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