Cigarettes Will Kill You Lyrics - Breathing Tornados - 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 that's your big mistake 

Your guest comes in dressed smart, you offer a la carte 

You didn't have the heart 

And I want a TV embrace and I, I'm getting off your boiling plate 

They swore you'd 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, don't bother milk or cream 

No way to let off steam 

And I want a TV embrace and I, I'm getting off your boiling plate 

They swore you'd 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 I'm now gone 

I wish I could say that everyone was wrong 

(You throw me in a pan, you cook me in a can) 

(You stretch me with your hands) 

I wish everyone was wrong 

(You throw me in a pan) 

(You love to watch me bake, you serve me up with cake) 

(And that's your big mistake) 

I wish everyone was wrong 

(You love to watch me bake) 

(You throw me in a pan, you cook me in a can) 

(You stretch me with your hands) 

I wish everyone was wrong 

(You throw me in a pan) 

(You love to watch me bake, you serve me up with cake) 

(And that's your big mistake) 

I wish everyone was wrong 

(You love to watch me bake) 

(You throw me in a pan, you cook me in a can) 

(You stretch me with your hands) 

I wish everyone was wrong 

(You throw me in a pan, you love to watch me bake) 

(You serve me up with cake)