Last Ciggie

Why don't we just send him off In a great flamin' pyre of sticks Something casual, something low-key Might do the trick I really don't just buy in I mean, it's really not my thing Religious ceremonies Are supposed to cure the pain from within It's not something you share, it's just yours to bare And this'll be the very last, Very last cigarette Barefoot in worn-out Levi's How could I forget? And this'll be the very last, Very last cigarette Barefoot in worn-out Levi's How could I forget? You're not in my head You don't know the words unspoken Wish I had a few more years 'Cause this is feeling a little bit token Maybe it's not real And it's just the shit that I've been smokin' Well, it must be true 'Cause everyone has started to cry Not a single dry eye And this'll be the very last, Very last cigarette Barefoot in worn-out Levi's How could I forget? And this'll be the very last, Very last cigarette Barefoot in worn-out Levi's How could I forget? Been out here on my side But you won't except my [?] Dressed up in this stupid outfit Want the whole damn world to burn Game, set, match, I won But you'll never hear my words I only had a few Just to sum it up, I really did love you But it's all just the same; it's such a goddamn shame And this'll be the very last Very last cigarette Barefoot in worn-out Levi's How could I forget? And this'll be the very last Very last cigarette Barefoot in worn-out Levi's How could I forget?