Million Dead

Stop trying to pretend that
You are going to stop-
Youre either a smoker or youre not.
You will keep on smoking
For the rest of your life,
And then youll get cancer
And then youll die.
I can stop whenever I please
And anyway,
Im immune to emphysema
And heart disease.
My diary says tomorrow is
The day I quit and
Im going to stick with that.
Ill work my way down to
The end of this pack
And then Im leaving this place
And Im never coming back again.
Little itches need no stitches
But they bury you-
If you keep in scratching
Youll go right through.
Whiskey for the amputee is
Just the thing to ease the sting.
Ive got a list og
Things to get round to.
Ive got a list of
All the things i shouldnt do.
I know it by heart,
Ive got the damn thing in m pocket,
But despite myself
Its the middle of the night and
I am round your house again,
Trying to pretend that i am going to stop.
Im either a smoker or Im not...
You will keep on smoking
For the rest of my life, and dont I know it.
My favourite fatal weakness.
Ill work my way down
To the end of this pack,
And then Ill leave this place and
Im never coming back.
Ill see you around, somewhere in town,
Next time Im down, probably right here.
[ Achilles Lung Lyrics ]