Chicks don't dig cigarettes
Chicks don't dig cigarettes
Cigarettes
They pull down your capital
Cigarettes
They make you smell [bowel]
Cigarettes
Where was my money now
Cigarettes
  
There comes a man
Comes a man
And he's not with the plan
Comes a man
And you say
Bash his skull
If you can
Comes a man
  
You didn't know
You didn't know
He was tricked
In the sand
And you pay with your ways
It's Gods' way
Yea, everybody must pay
Eh?
  
So I sing
And this is just one song I wrote
For the poet
Inside
And it's all I say
please I don't know the way
And I
Think it's going to be okay
If I ask and then
I pay and pay
So I
Guess it's going to be o.k.
So run
And I run
And I pray and I pray
Guess it's going to be okay
Got to ride another wave
  
Got to ride another wave