What is it in your mind That drives you on and on and on And on and on and on and on And on and on and on
A path so deeply etched Is it permanent in your mind? Or is there anything out there at all That will make your brain rewind
To the state it was many years ago When fags were just little white sticks They didn't thrill you, didn't kill you Didn't even cause a blip
Your face would remain a total blank If they were waved infront of you They had no meaning, you had no leaning Towards their imaginary charms of honey dew
But now their importance dominates your world These fags have taken control of your life And I don't think their intentions are honourable I don't think they want you to survive