We scoff at smokers ******* in stone
Yet we've held plastic cigarettes of our own
Nightcaps of cyanide to end Hell's day
A field one at that, while we wandered away
From higher thoughts and chanting gulls
Now poisoned air does fill our lungs
Singin' Glory Glory to emporiums that sell
All that we won when the lottery ***** fell.
Jun 17, 2012
Jun 17, 2012 at 6:40 AM UTC
We scoff at smokers ******* in stone
Yet we've held plastic cigarettes of our own
Nightcaps of cyanide to end Hell's day
A field one at that, while we wandered away
From higher thoughts and chanting gulls
Now poisoned air does fill our lungs
Singin' Glory Glory to emporiums that sell
All that we won when the lottery ***** fell.
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