(As Long as They've Got) Cigarettes in Hell

[Verse 1]

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

[Chorus]

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

[Verse 2]

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

[Chorus]

I don't mind not feeling immortal

'Cause it ain't all that, as far as I can tell

And I don't mind not going to Heaven

As long as they've got cigarettes

As long as they've got cigarettes in Hell

[Guitar Solo]

[Chorus]

I don't mind not feeling immortal

Because it ain't all that, as far as I can tell

And I don't mind not going to Heaven

As long as they've got cigarettes

As long as they've got cigarettes in Hell

[Outro]

*smoking and coughing*