Smoke bellows through crevices, twisted and gnarled
Ash on every surface, cotton fills my mouth
Shortness of breath, loss of appetite
Skinny white bastard, devil's delight
I hear god hates fags, so I guess this is irony?
How long have I been smoking?
Can I put this thing out?
Spirits burn forever
They burn forever
So if hell's where I'm headed and hell's full of smoke
I'll light up another as I begin to choke
Cough up some tar, the burning begins
Internal bleeding, maybe some spots on my lungs
Eternal suffering, god damn what a joke
How long have I been smoking?
Can I put this thing out?
My spirit's burning
My spirit's burning
And as I light an American Spirit
Johnny Hobo's ghost asks how I can afford it
The world's going to shit and I'm just singing this song
About going to Hell and how I haven't done anything wrong
But have I done anything to help at all?
If you're neither hot nor cold you be spewed from his mouth
If god's not a sadist then I'm not sure what one is
And if there's Hell outside Michigan, this is it
I can't remember a time I wasn't depressed
Since I was born, I've been a fucking mess
So when I die, if there's no repose
I'm coming for you god, with all these lovely homos
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