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

Spend your days just walking and shopping

Depending on how much you're luck is in

Spend the night-life table-hopping

And trying to keep that bag of bones in trim

I don't mind not feel any mortal

'Cos it ain't all that as far as I can tell

I don't mind not going to heaven

As long as they've got cigarettes

As long as they've got cigarettes in hell

And by the time we start getting used to

The dope that's forming 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 feel any mortal

'Cos it ain't all that as far as I can tell

And I don't mind not going to heaven

As long as they've got cigarettes

As long as they've got cigarettes in hell

I don't mind not feel any mortal

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

And I don't mind not going to heaven

As long as they've got cigarettes

As long as they've got cigarettes in hell