Last Cigarette - Dan Bull

I’m back in this habit

The tobacconist grabbing a packet of fags

And passing it back as I hand him the cash

The transaction is tragic

A moment of magic, as I open the packet

And go for the wrapping, in only a moment I’ll have this fag lit

The sad fact is I’m an addict, I need a hit

Of nicotine just to breathe and it’s obscene

Just between us as a kid I disbelieved a brittle leaf

Mixed with heat could leave you feelin' incomplete without it

So blow the smoke out quick, you’ll feel terrible

However you will have achieved something incredible

This is my last cigarette

I’ve done enough that I have to regret

This is my last cigarette

I’ve done enough that I have to regret

Bringin' a whole different sting

To the thing you hold in your fingers

They’re stained since you imitated

The behavior of your favorite singer

I know you stroll to the cinema

And your role model’s holding a Marlboro

The image is vivid and so you’re sold the whole

Till your soul is a prisoner moulded in miniature rolled in a Rizzla

Held in a wrestling hold 'til the finisher

You’re choked out, so blow the smoke out

No doubt: self-control's what’s killing you

This is my last cigarette, I’ve done enough I have to regret

Without gasping for breath, asking for death

In return for the active effects

As many a heroin addict has said

It’s addictive as smack, you’d be daft to inject

Skip the needle and the needle skips

As I tap my fag, let the ash hit the deck

Stood on the back step in the rain

And never complain 'til my fag’s wet

Splashed out, cashing the cheque

Ash, ground;

ground, ash;

have you met?

I stub the nub, enough’s enough, I’m good

I would gladly have another fag, see but the fact is I’m done

It’s off my chest, and I’m impressed

With my willpower, nothing less

Face my fate at 88 miles an hour, time travelling

As my life expectancy expands and I feel like a younger man

You need to fight the hunger, Dan

You’re done, you can (you can) you can

I can (you can) I am