A Cigarette Is All You Get

Crash Test Dummies

Composição de: Brad Roberts/Greg Wells
I'm all freaked out 

I'm all tweaked out 

I'm being chased by insects 

And I wanna eat my cigarettes

I can't hang out 

I'm all strung out 

I've got to grab me by the throat 

I've got to herd me like a goat



A cigarette is all you get 

So hold your fire, don't light it yet



I'm all mixed up 

I gotta fix me up 

I wanna pull my tongue out 

And turn my nostrils inside out

I'm all dried up 

I'm all fried up 

I wanna burn things now and then 

If I've been talkin' to businessmen



A cigarette is all you get 

So hold your fire, don't light it yet



I'm all shook up 

I wanna get hooked up 

I wanna listen to Elvis 

I wanna shake my pelvis 

I wanna take the train downtown 

I wanna hear some Junior Brown

I wanna move my groovy hips 

I wanna bite my shaky lips



A cigarette is all you get 

So hold your fire, don't light it yet
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