The ashes of tomorrow are just cigarettes today
And you can smoke them all you like and you can assure me
That only smoke when you drink and I'll say that's ok
But I don't think being casual can keep cancer away
And the hot tar is destɾoying your lungs
Working it's way into [C7]every single one
Of the millions of tiny ɾeceptive little bits
That keep your body working and [Bm]you [A7don't give a shit
Because you [A7like [F]the way it looks
And you [A7like [F]the way it tastes
You like [F]the way you [A7feel the need to [C7]smoke them [A]everyday
And you [A7don't like [F]what it doing to [C7]the inside of you [A7body
But the outside is all [Em]that seems to [C7]count
