Big Ciggie

I know, eh, oh
Pratts and pain, pratts and pain (ooh)
I keep a big fat cigarette, burning from the edge of my head
It's gonna light up all this gasoline and melt me to the threads in my bed

They've said it before, and they'll say it again, they'll say

He died thinking too much of you
He died thinking too much of you, oh

She kept a big fat camel pack, tucked above her head in the car
Until some jackknife cut her life, burned up with the pack in the yard, oh

They've said it before, and they'll say it again, they'll say (they'll say it again)

She died thinking too much of ya
She died thinking too much of ya
She died thinking too much of ya
She died thinking too, oh, oh-oh-oh

They've said it before, and they'll say it again, they'll say

She died thinking too much of ya
She died thinking too much of ya
She died thinking too much of ya
She died thinking too (eh-heh-eh)