The drugs you do were made by people who think in dollar signs,
And that's not very punk of you,

So I wish I had a cigarette for every time a perfect stranger asked me for a cigarette
But I wonder what a cigarette will really do to help that person out

That's 'cause smoking makes you cool,
And smoking makes you rule.

Wishing you were sleeping, you don't want to leave the house.
Dripping from your dreaming of a habit you renounced.

And they've got holes in their brains
From freebasing cocaine

Its hard, its hard, its hard to fall asleep.
And you've been looking for an honest way out for too long,

And no one will know truly how I feel
And no one will know how I truly feel

They had a white face, they had black eyes
They had burns all over their bodies

But I haven't gotten anywhere
And I've made a million dollars in Camel cash

I'll be your lake if you are my skipping stone
I'll be your lake if you are my skipping stone

So you will not get out
You will not get out

Sometimes I feel like a cigarette
I'm wrapped in paper

Now I am worried for you
And the well being of your family too

Show me your scars
Show me your flesh wounds

The drugs you do were made by people who think in dollar signs,
And that's not very punk of you,

That aren't true but sure as hell resemble the truth
And hope the same connotations (something)

And why didn't Mirah come to Phoenix?
Because the modified is too small

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