I don't resent at all the money on fags which I spend I'm more than happy to keep smoking until the bitter end It doesn't bother me at all that my lungs are being clogged The reason I don't worry may be that I'm in rather a fog
Because if I saw things in a manner untwisted Through clear sighted glasses that were completely unmisted I'd realise most vividly that I was being taken for a ride A ride that was always ever on a downwardly slide
Not to resent spending money to inhale noxious fumes Is not a good thing at all, it spells out d-o-o-m doom I should feel very resentful, infact hopping mad The fact that I don't is really quite sad Alessandra Liverani, 2004