ALCOHOL AND SMOKE

Is there any pleasure In a slow, painful, untimely death? Trading your happy ending For the dread of this earth. They say alcohol lessens Our burdens of this world. We smoke to blur our worries Drink to forget yesterday. Is there pleasure In a slow, painful, untimely death? Restraining your lungs for breath Smoke, and we ready the wreath. Alcohol and smoke are friends of the dead They first get into your head. Then kill your lungs, kidneys, and liver And once trapped, no means to deliver.