Smoking Kills Songtext
von Gnarwolves

I feel so dumb
So void of conviction
Afraid of my symptoms
I lock myself out
There′s something in this empty house
To say it by my name, break down
Your image is a very space
I hear it now
Well, I tell myself that everything's going to be fine
Yeah right, yeah right, yeah right


We are the product of a broken class, but
We weren′t raised to be fucking morons
I am the product of my father's burden
It was a promise to me, it was a promise to me
We are the product of a broken class, but
We weren't raised to be fucking morons
I am the product of my father′s burden
It was a promise to me, it was a promise to me

So if you wanna come and smoke, come find me
I feel so dumb
I′ll make a promise to maintain my distance
So void of conviction
I never wanted to retreat so quietly
Afraid of my symptoms
Let's smoke a cigarette, let′s smoke a cigarette
Smoke a cigarette
Smoke a cigarette

We are the product of a broken class, but
We weren't raised to be fucking morons