The ashes of tomorrow are just cigarettes today
And you can smoke them all you like and you can assure me
That only smoke when you drink and I'll say that's ok
But I don't think being casual can keep cancer away
And the hot tar is destroying your lungs
Working it's way into every single one
Of the millions of tiny receptive little bits
That keep your body working and you don't give a shit
Because you like the way it looks
And you like the way it tastes
You like the way you feel the need to smoke them everyday
And you don't like what it doing to the inside of you body
But the outside is all that seems to count