(As Long As They've Got) Cigarettes In Hell

Spend your days just workin' and shoppin'

Dependin' on how much your luck is in

Spend your nightlife table hoppin'

And tryna keep that bag of bones in trim

I don't mind not feelin' immortal

'Cause it ain't all that, as far as I can tell

I don't mind not goin' to Heaven

As long as they've got cigarettes

As long as they've got cigarettes in Hell

By the time we start getting used to

The dirt that's formin' on the windowsill

Now we know we've got ourselves into

The cage that keeps the mice on the treadmill

I don't mind not feelin' immortal

'Cause it ain't all that, as far as I can tell

And I don't mind not goin' to Heaven

As long as they've got cigarettes

As long as they've got cigarettes in Hell

I don't mind not feelin' immortal

Because it ain't all that, as far as I can tell

And I don't mind not goin' to Heaven

As long as they've got cigarettes

As long as they've got cigarettes in Hell