Cigarettes Will Kill You — текст песни (Ben Lee)

You throw me in a pan

You cook me in a can

You stretch me with your hands



You love to watch me bake

You serve me up with cake

And thats your big mistake



Your guest comes in dressed smart

You offer a la carte

You didnt have the heart



And I want a tv embrace

And i, Im getting off your boiling plate

They swore youd steal my steam to feed your dream

And then be gone

I wish I could say that everyone was wrong



You left me burned and seared

You left me ripped and teared

And older than my years



I should have know at first

That you would leave me hurt

You had to try dessert



No way to let off steam

Dont bother milk or cream

No way to let off steam



And I want a tv embrace

And i, Im getting off this boiling plate

They swore youd steal my steam to feed your dream

And then be gone

I wish I could say that everyone was wrong



It must feel good to stand above me

While I make you so proud of me

It must feel good that Im now gone

I wish I could say that everyone was wrong

I wish everyone was wrong

I wish everyone was wrong

I wish everyone was wrong

I wish everyone was wrong

I wish everyone was wrong