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

[Verso 1]
You spend your days just working and shopping
Depending on how much you're luck is in
Spend your nightlife table-hopping
And tryna keep that bag of bones in trim

[Coro]
I don't mind not feeling 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

[Verso 2]
By the time we start getting used to
The dirt that's forming on the windowsill
Now we know we've got ourselves into
The cage that keeps the mice on the treadmill

[Coro] [x2]
I don't mind not feeling 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