I, cigarette fingers

Puff and poke

Puff and poking the smoke

It touches the ground



You and your lungs and your wrist

They throb like trains

Choo choo choo

It's a prison of sound



Of sound



She by a chinny chin chin

Eee oh eee oh

Like a Zippo smokes the way

Poke around



You and your lungs and your wrist

They throb like trains

Choo choo choo

It's a prison of sound



I poke around



She by the hair of my chinny chin chin

Eee oh eee oh eee oh eee oh

Like a Zippo smokes the way

Poke around



You and your lungs and your wrists

They throb like trains

[Incomprehensible]

Poke around



I poke around