TOBACCO

Tobacco...you a ho...and I know. Cause we've been together. And I've seen you fuck a whole lotta people. But you keep comin around here, comin around here, comin around here talkin your shit. And your shit goes a little somethin like this...

"I'm a vice invited politely and quietly
Into an impatient and volatile society
How is it that weed is prohibited and I am legal?"
I don't think that drugs are evil
Different drugs do different things to different people
But we be equal in our capacity
To fall prey to demons no matter our tenacity
Bielsebub he blackens me, constantly attackin me
But it's his shiny staff I see, he crafted it so fashionably
And now the stud, with the cig, that's the kid I have to be
He tries to flatter me, he says that he'll look after me
Leaves after every smoke, always comes back to me
But when he turns his back to me
He laughs at me
I guess the complicated kind always attracted me
A knackered slacker who's battered by factors stackin up
Upon their back until they just snap, and start crackin up
Is an easy target for a sanity crook
It sneaks underneath your skin and starts plantin its hooks
And now you wish you'd never been handed the stuff

TOBBACCO, YOU FUCKIN HO, DON'T THINK I DON'T
SEE THE WAY YOU SETTLE ON MY LUNGS LIKE BROWN SNOW
CLIMB UP IN MY BRAIN LIKE A CLOWN SHOW
MAKE ME GO SLOWLY INSANE LIKE A TICKIN TIME
BOMB, IT'S SO BLATANT, HOW D'YOU KEEP IT ON THE DOWN-LOW?

Now I know, I don't need ya
Every time I light you up, fuck, I just feed ya
Your effects are so immediate, they make me believe that
This is the moment callin me to seize it
But it's just my fear callin me to freeze it
And reject it like the disease that my ignorance
Refuses not to perceive it as, I mean we could have
A reasonably nice relationship
If I even really liked the taste of it
Okay, I guess I might quite like the taste of rich
Dark blue Drum, new packet, fresh from the bag
With a dark brown cup of coffee in my other hand
Somethin that these non smokers wouldn't understand
Cause the rabbit hole hasn't dragged them into 'wonderland'
And their ravaged soul hasn't been swallowed in hunger and
Demands to be landed in the hands of these bandits (the)
Demons that detain asylum-seekers of spiritual language
I guess we must have forgotten our Sanskrit and
Stopped chanting our mantras, we've become thankless
And now we will be pounced upon by the panthers
And scratched by the shackles that baffle those who've not been
Trapped, tangled and tripped by the siren's poisonous kiss
This loveless abyss will think anything fits
If it can slip into a hole the shape of bliss
Wake up it's just delegated to play Satan's tricks

REPEAT CHORUS

Allen Carr, Allen Carr, A double L – E – N
Easy way, easy way, free from the spell again