Smoker Sözleri

In a store full of heath food you buy the crap

Twenty little fixes of cancer in a pack

With a college tuition's worth of taxes placed on 'em all

Russian Roulette, you and the Surgeon General

Kill the lungs and the throat and the head

Cigarette flamin' with a loser on the other end

Don't have a match so you use a blow torch

It's forty below and you're smokin' on the front porch

Don't cry to me when you're buried down beneath

Go away and try to hide the yellow stain on your teeth

You don't believe that it's bad for you, mac

Well I challenge you to run a couple laps around the track

So stuff your face with a nicotine pack

But save a couple bucks for the day you have a heart attack

Yo, smoke it

Smoke Eight packs a day

I'm a smoker, baby

So why don't you kill me (repeat)

(Puffin' on a Death Rod)

Wrinkles on faces from an all-day puff out

Toxic waste pourin' out of your mouth

I wonder why you like to smoke and you say you like the taste

Well, do you also like rancid meat and human waste

Sittin' there lookin' like a human exhaust pipe

Blow it in my face and I'll punch out your lights

So much smoke it's like your brain is in a fog

Listen to your voice you sound like a dyin' frog

Gotta have a smoke with every meal, every breath

You'll be buried with a carton when you're curled up at death

Which'll be here sooner than you thought

If you keep puffin', and chokin' on a filter

Smoke And nicotine

My throat's decaying

So why don't you kill me (repeat)

(Get crazy with the menthol)

(Brain dead smoke addict)

Yo, break it on down Smoke

Smoke Eight packs a day

I'm a smoker baby

So why don't you kill me

(I'm a nicotine idiot)

[cough]