Thank me for smoking

Thank me for smoking, thank me for being deluded
Enough to perceive your cancerous death stick could
Win me cudos from women to blind to see that I'm
Dying with each puff, thank me for smoking, thank
Me for putting money in the hands of greedy
Corporations, the same that line the pockets of
The fat cats on Capitol Hill, seriously thank
Me for smoking, I am honoured to be killing the
Guy sitting next to me with my second hand smoke,
I am honoured to be one of millions adding to the
Layer of carbon monoxide that clouds the morning skies,
Thank me for smoking, I make it look cool don't I?
I learnt it from James Dean, Nick Nolte, and those
Poets down Manhattan way, thank me for smoking, but
You know I learnt it from Bob Dylan, standing raptly
At his shows, but ain't it funny, Dean is dead,
Dylan looks rather old, and my lungs are gasping for
Clean air, yet there's none anywhere to be had, so
Thank me for smoking, thank me for killing myself,
Just to feed your kids.