In a world full of pain and stress
There's a little something to help you forget
Living in fear of the Communist threat
You'd better light another cigarette
It's a cruel friend, nicotine
Gonna be your death, nicotine
Dreams of suave style sophistication
In a morass swamped with alienation
Fantasising your material success
The adoration of the opposite sex
Starting out from schoolyard addiction
Forty years of painful affliction
Orange fingers and sickly bad breath
Making inroads till no control is left
Cough and choke to start every day
But all your pay gores up in flames
Looking ancient long before your time
Lung disease has leaked away your life
Scared to death and sinking deep in gloom
You light up one to digest the news
Local I.C.U. lying all alone
Exhausted family go back home
Ventilator purrs so gently
Drip feed morphine and chemotherapy
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