|wow i like this album|
|i think i'll listen to it until i don't|
I admire those who smoke;
They have the courage to place a killing machine
Right between their teeth.
Smokers aren’t innocent –
They heave through corrupted lungs,
With tar breaths and yellow fingernails.
At least they’re not alone at 2 in the morning,
And have something better to do than
I need my glasses to find my glasses do you see my problem
You can’t even see your problem