Achilles Lung Lyrics - Harmony No Harmony - Million Dead

Stop trying to pretend that 

You are going to stop- 

You're either a smoker or you're not. 

You will keep on smoking 

For the rest of your life, 

And then you'll get cancer 

And then you'll die. 

I can stop whenever I please 

And anyway, 

I'm immune to emphysema 

And heart disease. 

My diary says tomorrow is 

The day I quit and 

I'm going to stick with that. 

I'll work my way down to 

The end of this pack 

And then I'm leaving this place 

And I'm never coming back again. 

Little itches need no stitches 

But they bury you- 

If you keep in scratching 

You'll go right through. 

Whiskey for the amputee is 

Just the thing to ease the sting. 

I've got a list og 

Things to get round to. 

I've got a list of 

All the things I shouldn't do. 

I know it by heart, 

I've got the damn thing in m pocket, 

But despite myself 

It's the middle of the night and 

I am round your house again, 

Trying to pretend that I am going to stop. 

I'm either a smoker or I'm not 

You will keep on smoking 

For the rest of my life, and don't I know it. 

My favourite fatal weakness. 

I'll work my way down 

To the end of this pack, 

And then I'll leave this place and 

I'm never coming back. 

I'll see you around, somewhere in town, 

Next time I'm down, probably right here.