Cigarettes In Hell

(as long as they've got) cigarettes in hellSpend you days just walking and shoppingDepending on how much you're luck is inSpend the night-life table-hoppingAnd trying to keep that bag of bones in trim I don't mind not being immortal'Cos it ain't all that as far as I can tellI don't mind not going to heavenAs long as they've got cigarettesAs long as they've got cigarettes in hell And by the time we start getting used to itThe dope that's forming on the windowsillNow we know we've got ourselves intoThe cage that keeps the mice on the treadmill I don't mind not being immortal'Cos it ain't all that as far as I can tellI don't mind not going to heavenAs long as they've got cigarettesAs long as they've got cigarettes in hell I don't mind not being immortalBecause it ain't all that as far as I can tellI don't mind not going to heavenAs long as they've got cigarettesAs long as they've got cigarettes in hell