cigarettes burning up in the ashtray
i know the sound all too well
ball point pen scratching words onto paper
i’m lost in the vapor
of cigarette smoke
i could choke

mothers are madd
students are sadd
and i’m still driving drunk
angels of fortune are hot on my tail
gimme a light, another nail
in my coffin

we’re burning our witches
but they’ve got the power of fire
they can turn it on you
yea, they really make you sweat
once you’ve burned one
you never forget

cigarettes, witches, or bong-hits
something’s on fire all the time
it’s a risk you take
the punishment fits the crime

just another butt in the bucket

smoke is a blessing

sometimes my words don’t rhyme