The Marlboro Man's Dead and so are all his cowboys their propoganda killed my

motehr preyed on force of habit te Marlboro Man is dead and so are all his

cowboys their propoganda killed my mother addicted her to the soot Alive with

pleasure eager to purchase alive with pleasure happy to smolder She exhaled

pain I inhaled decay no iron lung can cut a tumor the size of a fist from

your throat Rotten black lung and family hands it down a learned destruction

the ashes please me to a sickness