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Spend your days just working on shopping
dependin' on how much your look is in
spend your nightlife table hopping
and trying to keep that bag a bones in trim
i don't mind not feelin' immortal
cause it ain't all that as far as i can tell
i don't mind not going to heaven
as long as they've got cigarettes
as long as they've got cigarettes in hell
by the time we start getting used to
the dirt that's forming on the window sill
now we know we've got ourselves into
the cage that keeps the mice on their treadmill
i don't mind not feelin' immortal
cause it ain't all that as far as i can tell
i don't mind not going to heaven
as long as they've got cigarettes
as long as they've got cigarettes in hell
i don't mind not feelin' immortal
because it ain't all that as far as i can tell
and i don't mind not going to heaven
as long as they've got cigarettes
as long as they've got cigarettes in hell
(noel coughing and puffing on a cigarette)