Million Dead - Achilles lung | Текст песни

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• Million Dead
• Achilles lung

Stop trying to pretend that you are going to stop.
You're either a smoker or you're not.
You will keep on smoking for the rest of your life,
And then you'll get cancer, and then you'll die.

I can stop whenever I please and anyway,
I'm immune to emphysema and heart disease.
My diary says tomorrow is the day I quit
and I'm going to stick with that.

I'll work my way down to the end of this pack.
I'm leaving this place. I'm never coming back again.

Little itches need no stitches - they bury you.
If you keep in scratching, you'll go right through.
Whiskey for the amputee is just the thing to ease the sting.

I've got a list of things to get round to.
I've got a list of all the things I shouldn't do.
I know it by heart,
I've got the damn thing in my pocket,
But despite myself
It's the middle of the night and
I am round your house again

Trying to pretend that I am going to stop.
I'm either a smoker or I'm not.
You will keep on smoking for the rest of my life,
and don't I know it.

My favourite fatal weakness.

And I'll see you around, somewhere in town,
Next time I'm down, probably right here.