I, cigarette fingers

Puff and poke

Puff and poking the smoke

Touches the ground



You, your lungs and your wrists

They throb like trains

Choo choo choo

It's a prison of sound



Of sound



She, by my chinny chin chin

Eee-oh eee-oh

Like a zippo smokes the way

Hope, around



You, your lungs and your wrists

They throb like trains

Choo choo choo

It's a prison of sound



A prison of sound



She, by the hair of my chinny chin chin

Eee-oh eee-oh eee-oh eee-oh

Like a zippo smokes the way

Hope, around



You, your lungs and your wrists

They throb like trains

Choo choo choo

It's a prison of sound



I poke around...