Paroles de (As Long As They've Got) Cigarettes In Hell

Spend your days just walking and shopping Depending on how much you're luck is in Spend the night-life table-hopping And trying to keep that bag of bones in trim I don't mind not feel any mortal 'Cos 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 And by the time we start getting used to The dope that's forming on the windowsill Now we know we've got ourselves into The cage that keeps the mice on the treadmill I don't mind not feel any mortal 'Cos 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 I don't mind not feel any mortal 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