Smoking Kills Letra

I locked myself out

There's nothing in this empty house
To save me from my lingering doubts
Your image in the very space I inherit now

Well I tell myself everything is going to be fine
Yeah Right
Yeah Right
Yeah Right

Woah
Woah
Woah

We are the product of a broken class
But, we weren't raised to be fucking morons
I am the product of my father's burden
It wasn't promised to me
It wasn't promised to me

So if you want to come and smoke on Friday
I'll make a promise to maintain my distance
I never wanted to retreat so quietly
Let's smoke a cigarette

We are the product of a broken class
But, we weren't raised to be fucking morons

(Thanks to Gloria for these lyrics)