歌词
I, cigarette fingers
puff and poke
puff and poking the smoke
touches the ground
you, your lungs and your wrists
they throb like trains
choo choo choo
it's a prison of sound
of sound
she, by my chinny chin chin
eee-oh eee-oh
like a zippo smokes the way
hope, around
you, your lungs and your wrists
they throb like trains
choo choo choo
it's a prison of sound
a prison of sound
she, by the hair of my chinny chin chin
eee-oh eee-oh eee-oh eee-oh
like a zippo smokes the way
hope, around
you, your lungs and your wrists
they throb like trains
choo choo choo
it's a prison of sound
I poke around...
