Spend your days just walking and shopping
Depending on how much youre luck is in
Spend the night-life table-hopping
And trying to keep that bag of bones in trim
I dont mind not feel any mortal
Cos it aint all that as far as I can tell
I dont mind not going to heaven
As long as theyve got cigarettes
As long as theyve got cigarettes in hell
And by the time we start getting used to
The dope thats forming on the windowsill
Now we know weve got ourselves into
The cage that keeps the mice on the treadmill
I dont mind not feel any mortal
Cos it aint all that as far as I can tell
And I dont mind not going to heaven
As long as theyve got cigarettes
As long as theyve got cigarettes in hell
I dont mind not feel any mortal
Because it aint all that as far as I can tell
And I dont mind not going to heaven
As long as theyve got cigarettes
As long as theyve got cigarettes in hell