Adolescent smokers
Rather wicked minds
"They're just trying to be rebellious"
Maybe, but there's many different kinds

Time to pick my poison
Originality is dead
My peers start and yeah, I follow
Towards a sign with "Cigarettes ahead"

"But they'll **** you!"
So? Do you think I care?
When I die young cry over my casket  
Because even in death I've got
better hair

I actually really like them
Something id never dream id say
It's hard to pass up the pleasure
of exhaling your worries away

Addiction is an ugly word
And it's not something I crave
Therefore it will not be tolerated here
Or I'll send you off, without even a wave