Lit a leather cigarette
Hands instead of jeans
Sensitive to monkey dance
Lips instead of seams

I lit the end, the end will shine
Vacuum up that cigareet
I’ll spit my spit and spit will shine
Flavor of the cigareet

Talk about a hypocrite
Formulate euphoria
Eliminate that past
Of a pest that’s only partly dead
Savor every chance you get
Impress yourself upon the neck
Of something brandished at your leisure
Impale yourself upon the pleasure

I lit the end, the end will shine
Facial cleansing cigarette
Hey, I know it’s hard
I know I’m lying, lying

Stimulate the cornea
Nickel-plated tickle spot
Rid the ramp of useless waste
Soon you’ll get used to the taste
Skating through the hospital
We’re not feeling lost at all
Appendages are cigarettes
The way we make our ceilings wet

Cue them up into a line
Light their dainty cigarette
Welcome them and try again
Boycott baby TV set
Ofactory is sensitive
Tis what the tele said we’d get
Impale yourself upon the pleasure
Impale yourself at your leisure



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Cigarette song meanings
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