Million Dead - Achilles Lung lyrics

Stop trying to pretend that you
Are going to stop
You're either a smoker or you're not
You will keep on smoking for
The rest of your life
And then you'll get cancer
And then you'll die
I can stop whenever I please, and anyway
I'm immune to emphysema and heart disease
My diary says tomorrow is the day I quit
And I'm going to stick with that

I'll work my way down to the end of this pack
And then I'm leaving this place and
I'm never coming back again
Little itches need no stitches
But they bury you if you keep on scratching
You'll go right through
Whiskey for the amputee is just the
Thing to ease the sting

I'll work my way down to the end of this pack
And then I'm leaving this place and
I'm never coming back again

I've got a list of things to get round to
I've got a list of all
The things I shouldn't do i know it by heart
I've got the damn thing in my pocket
But despite myself it's the
Middle of the night
And I am round at your house again
Trying to pretend that I am going to stop
I'm either a smoker or I'm not
You will keep on smoking for
The rest of my life and don't I know it:
My favourite fatal weakness

I'll work my way down to the end of this pack
And then I'm leaving this place and
I'm never coming back again
I'll work my way down to the end of this pack
And then I'm leaving this place
And I'm never coming back
I'll see you around, somewhere in town
Or next time I'm down, probably right here