Would you like to share my last cigarette? It's always been my favorite one. The flame eagerly licking it's bottom gets us going, and as the invasion of my lungs begins I take is slow. Utterly indulging this ten minute break from the world, I choose to use it to take a minute or two off my life in exhange for the feeling of sublime satisfaction- the last long cool drag from the last cigarette in the pack.
We thought we would enjoy ourselves Round the clock from twelve to twelve In May, a few days to June We were drawn out by the tune. Democracy, cool dance, so cool So we were taught in school. All would become part of the dance. That on deck, will be all hands.
And so here we are since may Like children, waiting to play Under the glare of the full moon To rehearse the dance in June. Our tongue laden with songs to sing We would dance the night away And forever forget our years of pain.