crush it out
and let the embers burn down
one by one/in single file
falling out one by one
like a sunshower of X-Mas lights
finally got a cloud
ten minutes and I'm gone
one by one/in single file
they're turning to trash
if I wasn't such a nice guy
you know I'd turn your house into ash
stub it out
not a happy habit today
moved the ghosts out of the living room
they're getting soaked in the alley
--quite enough of this
better be quiet in the morning
stay in bed while they tear it all down
try not to cough
don't let a hack escape
I shall not be moved today
let me burn behind the house
one more time tomorrow
let me scribble songs
to the cigarettes, the crickets
the spiders, the possums
the water and the termites
that ate away your floor
while you were busy being
mad at me
I'll be quiet
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