MILLION DEAD LYRICS

"Achilles Lung"

Stop trying to pretend that
You are going to stop
You're either a smoker or you're not.
You will keep on smoking
For the rest of your life,
And then you'll get cancer
And then you'll die.

I can stop whenever I please
And anyway,
I'm immune to emphysema
And heart disease.
My diary says tomorrow is
The day I quit and
I'm going to stick with that.

I'll work my way down to
The end of this pack
I'm leaving this place
I'm never coming back again.

Little itches need no stitches
But they bury you
If you keep in scratching
You'll go right through.
Whiskey for the amputee is
Just the thing to ease the sting.

I'll work my way down to
The end of this pack
I'm leaving this place
I'm never coming back again.

I've got a list
Of things to get round to.
I've got a list
Of all the things I shouldn't do.
I know it by heart,
I've got the damn thing in my pocket,
But despite myself
It's the middle of the night and
I am round your house again,

Trying to pretend that I am going to stop.
I'm either a smoker or I'm not
You will keep on smoking
For the rest of my life, and don't I know it.
My favourite fatal weakness.

I'll work my way down to
The end of this pack
I'm leaving this place
I'm never coming back again.

I'll work my way down
To the end of this pack,
And then I'll leave this place and
I'm never coming back.
And I'll see you around, somewhere in town,
Next time I'm down, probably right here.

Thanks to livia for correcting these lyrics

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