JM (28 04 75 / wallasey)

Smoking B******** Who Poison My Tubes

I always end up in an environment full of smoke
Having to sit next to a hyped up chain smoke bloke
Who won't put it out despite my nasty coughing bout
And my old man wheeze and green face splutter pleas
I worked for one day in a door-to-door sales pitch
And everybody in the firm smoked then cancer sticks
I apparently was 'abnormal' and 'everybody smokes'
I smoked with seethe and began to wheeze with fumes
Fuming in a haze of fumes no regard for those in the room
Who wish to smell unlike a chocking car exhaust giving up
The Ghost. A ghost is flimsy and smoky like the haze from fag
And a ghost is what they'll be soon if they proceed with the weed
Poor little fag breath boys and girls from them O how my heart
bleeds
Stinking of yellow mould and prematurely old lung cancer people
Rotting blacking soot encrusted dusty worn out pipes of croak
With mildew nails and mildew selfish light em up destroy throat
Mentality is mental, fundamentally detrimental to dental look
Creepy teeth of mustard hue the demon weed shrieks, its muck
Yellow is the colour of 'disturbed' and smokers are furred up
In the arteries they wear a fur coat which might be good in the
winter
But in the ashtray they burn a terrible mountain pile of cinder
Ash Wednesday is Ash everyday to these wreckers of my health
And its money up in smoke as they desecrate their wealth
They are steam trains who are not going to reach their
destination
Chug a chug how they doth bug my chest and best coat
Making me smell like them plague weaklings who hurt my throat
When I was in that job I was stuck in a cancer car
Tried to open the windows a bit as it was like being in a bar
Smoke in my eyes, smoke in my nose, the evil grey rose
And permeated my virgin health with its sneaking stinky pose
Hee Hee it went up my vents and cough cough I splut
I'm a fussy cow I should put up with being full of soot
I left the job as I wanted to live without catarrh
And don't want to wheeze in a smoke filled stinko car.
Oh, by the way, people,
Faust Fag.

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