There once was a very old soul
he went by the name of smoke
Smokeless flame of fire he is
he didn't know the meaning of broke
Smoke...
was a man of time
For he...
had time

Burning time
Burning money
Time is money
and money is smoke
For smoke...
was a man of time

Crime and lust
pills, white dust.
A sublime time
filled with rust.
Greed greed, pleasures and need
Your personal genie
deceiving indeed...

So if you ever come across this guy
full of joy and lies
Be sure to tell him hi
But be careful...
cause smoke...
will make you cry...

Now you can listen to me
or enjoy the ride
Sign the papers and try that slide
Hang with the glamour and live with pride
But soon...
your gonna die.