Spend your days just working and shopping
Depending on how much your luck is in
Spend your night-life table-hogging
And trying to keep that bag-of-bones in trim
I don`t mind not feeling immortal
`Cos it ain`t all that as far as I can tell
I don`t mind not going to Heaven
As long as they`ve got cigarettes
As long as they`ve got cigarettes in Hell
By the time we start getting used to
The dope that`s forming on the windowsill
Now we know we`ve got ourselves into
The cage that keeps the mice on the treadmill
I don`t mind not feeling immortal
`Cos it ain`t all that as far as I can tell
I don`t mind not going to Heaven
As long as they`ve got cigarettes
As long as they`ve got cigarettes in Hell
I don`t mind not feeling immortal
`Cos it ain`t all that as far as I can tell
And I don`t mind not going to Heaven
As long as they`ve got cigarettes
As long as they`ve got cigarettes in Hell