CHAIN CIGARETTE
     
    I want to know is that me who calls you
    in the middle of the night
     
    one experiental thought leads to the others
    and then you die of death
     
    i play my records
    and they are scratched,
    give them away and
    write my epithet;
    chain cigarette
    chain cigarette
    chain cigarette
    chain cigarette...
     
    tell me a story in the park on the grass
    you're making me laugh
     
    approve, baby, are you kidding
    i own stock
     
    read me a poem
    blare me the warning
    no fire has regrets
    they're just set
    chain cigarette
    chain cigarette
    chain cigarette
    chain cigarette...
  

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