text: You spend your days just working and shopping
  Depending on how much youre luck is in
  Spend your nightlife table-hopping
  And tryna keep that bag of bones in trim
  I dont mind not feeling immortal
  Cause it aint all that, as far as I can tell
  I dont mind not going to Heaven
  As long as theyve got cigarettes
  As long as theyve got cigarettes in Hell
  By the time we start getting used to
  The dirt thats forming on the windowsill
  Now we know weve got ourselves into
  The cage that keeps the mice on the treadmill
  I dont mind not feeling immortal
  Cause it aint all that, as far as I can tell
  I dont mind not going to Heaven
  As long as theyve got cigarettes
  As long as theyve got cigarettes in Hell
  I dont mind not feeling immortal
  Cause it aint all that, as far as I can tell
  I dont mind not going to Heaven
  As long as theyve got cigarettes
  As long as theyve got cigarettes in Hell