You come from a pack
of course you didn't choose it
It was the powers that be
They stuck ya here and said:

You're a cigarette girl.

Don't let 'em hold you too long
or else
you'll burn them
But make 'em feeeeel good
So cooool
'til you curl away in a plume of smoke
leaving them
empty,
craving,
sick.

What can you do, you cigarette girl?
At 18, you can be bought
and without a thought
be snuffed out on the pavement
Because who would put you in your rightful place?

Cigarette girl of rising cost & little value
Can you tell me how you get by?
Bringing people closer to the day they die
Turing fire into acrid clouds
Clinging to city walks and lost crowds
They need you & they hate you
You're poison, one to blame
and you're still stuck living,
grasping for the flame

But hey, cigarette girl
so broken & so small
Maybe you don't mean it
but you might **** them
all.

you see i hear my mates getting worried about what i am hearing

you see the first voice i hear made my mates worry, you see

when i was young i heard a voice saying trying to be a young dude

in a really loud mans kid voice, but my mates didn’t want me to hear them

so the man who said that in my head said, that was just a voice, buddy

i never stopped him from being a little young dude, ok and he was worried

and said he likes me too much for me to hear those voices from the past

in my head, and then my mate worried why i was teasing him and then

that same person said, buddy, he’s hearing voices buddy, he still likes you

but not in a gay way, i have no idea, what he is hearing, and then he yelled out

TRYING TO BE A YOUNG DUDE, i said that is just a voice, and they said

the voice is true, and then this person in my head treated my mate like a cooool kid

and i hear voices of my brother sending his kid up to muck with dad and mum

going to bed to muck with dad and my mate pat going up to space to keep me in the family

but i tell him that i am mucking with bon scott and pat said, don’t muck him bon scott sure mate

or occasionally i muck around with don lane and graham kennedy and last week at the poetry slam

i dressed up as grey ham kennel tea to honour graham kennedy’s work on earth, ya see

and i welcomed robin williams into space and made robin twin up with my dad, the terrible voice in

the past flew up to outer space to take my cool kid away and flew down saying trying to be a young dude

and my mate pat went over and said, why are you mucking with him, he said, he stared at me, buddy

but don’t be shy of how you acted, ok, you should be nice to your friend brian ok, but that was just a voice

ya see my dad was mucking with his dad, and now he is dead, he is trying to make me understand that cat-fighting is wrong

you see dad wants to take me and my brothers cool kids away, for the natural fact that we’re not kids anymore

that voice is saying, he’s not a cool kid, he’s not a cool kid, and when my mate pat got all worked up, this voice flew down

to earth saying he is hearing mental voices buddy, buddy, your friend is mental, buddy, ok he has nothing against you, ok

while my carer comes in and says, these voices sound horrible, ok