[ Just one more... ]

Just one more...
I'm tired of saying it...
I've become a slave and
Phillip Morris and
R.J. Reynolds are my Masters...

it's time to say...
goodbye.

4,000 chemical compounds
inhaled into my lungs...
20 times I light up in
24 hours and I ...

can't do it anymore...

I'm inhaling Palonium-210...
I'm not a spy for the Kremlin...and
don't need to be targeted
by an assassin... I'm just a mama of 3...
why's Phil and R.J.
tryin' to kill me?
I give them my money
like a good lil whore...

My body systems are all fucked up...
who woulda thought that I could
pee in a cup...drink it down...
and it'd be no different then me
not puttin this Newport down...
cuz there's urea in my lungs...
...that's what I inhale...does it
make it any less nasty
that I'm
SMOKING my pee?

And last I knew...the rest of my body
prevented my lungs from freezing...
so why R.J.?
WHY do I need to puff on ethanol?
Why you wanna have me inhaling
cinnamaldehyde and all?  I love dogs and cats
and now they won't come near me...
is it that you're makin' me put
dog and cat repellent in me?

Been smokin' your cigarettes
since 1985...damn...I'm like the energizer bunny
I should never die... should attach the mp3 player
to my freakin' belly button...since I've inhaled so much
damn cadmium... and DAMN...
can't afford the gas prices??? I've got your solution...
lemme just spit in your gas tank...since I'm now
filled with enough toluene to give your car enough
gasoline to drive way out to see sights unseen...

I have to wonder why the government
would allow R.J. and Phillip to market death to me...
I was just fourteen and went to the corner store...
forged a note from my mother
telling them she needed them to let me
buy her cigarettes...why the hell were they so
easy to get?  Now I'm 37 and I could fly to the moon...
I mean...the hydrazine would get me there...
got enough to send me spinnin' on a celestial thoroughfare.

And next time I need my nail polished removed...
I probably should just lick that shade of
"death becomes her blue"... since I'm
inhaling acetone too... along with puff after puff of
geraniol...guess I shouldn't ever worry 'bout gettin' lice...
they'd feast on the pesticide...and then think twice...

They won't need any formaldehyde when I
die from this shit...cuz I'm already full enough of it
that I'm like...the walking dead...and I have to question
if the grim reaper is sleeping in my bed...when I
wake in the morning and can
barely breath...when I'm...feeling my lungs
beginning to seize cuz I
haven't fed the beast in me...and I
gotta get the nicoteine in me...cuz my
cilia are coming back to life and they
want me to cough this shit up and spit it out...
but instead of dealing with the freak withdrawal...

I light up another... and think...
I'll quit tomorrow...

but...

I can't do this anymore...
I'm done with it...

after I take...just one more hit.