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
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
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
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
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
