COULD IT BE DIRTY DIKE??
COULD IT BE JAM BATER???
COULD IT BE DEE???
Hack my way through a pack of tobacco a day
Racking my brains, can’t I just jack it into my veins?
Aching chest pains, yakking up lung-stains
I’ll hock ‘em onto campaign’s posters of smokers cancerous brains
It could be me,
What’s my odds in the smokers lottery
I’ll have to wait and see if the big C picks me
Meanwhile, for the stress
Ill smoke another cigarette
I’ll quit some day soon, but I ain’t quit yet
Roll up the arid hair of the B&H banshee
Burn the bitch, harbinger of fatality
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