Seems that our hero
is set for the kill.
Ain’t nothin’ nasty
just makes hisself ill!

Since early livin’
a sticks been at the lips
of our smokin’ old hero
and the smoke that he licks.

Cancer’s a-growin’
and breakin’ the cells
but he never stops draggin’
to make himself well!

Sadly and lowly the grave calls the name
of a hero, we once loved
now shake at in shame…
Poor poor destructive,
no brains left to quit.
The smoke clouds his mind
so he craves his next hit…