Lyrics

It seems to me, I’m not as important as I’d like to be. If I lived to be a hundred years, it’s you and me and nicotine. And I want to know, what would you do if I quit you tomorrow Aren’t you supposed to be in charge of things? It doesn’t really matter.

He took a chance and got burned at the tips of his fingers. And it changed the man that was inside of him. Was it worth the trouble? So to change his life he decided to quit you tomorrow. Nothing changed and he was still the same. It never really mattered.

The smoke is rising to the top and into the Valley of the Sun.

It seems to me, I’m not as important as I’d like to be. If I lived to be a hundred years, it’s you and me and nicotine.We’ll never know what we would do if I quit you tomorrow.Everyone knows that you’re in charge of things.Smoke ‘em if you got ‘em!

Cigarette!