I

Cigarette fingers

Puff and poke

Puff and poking the smoke

Touches the ground

You

Your lungs and your wrists

They throb like trains

Choo choo choo

It's a prison of sound

Of sound

She

By my chinny chin chin

Eee oh eee oh

Like a zippo smokes the way

Hope

Around

You

Your lungs and your wrists

They throb like trains

Choo choo choo

It's a prison of sound

A prison of sound

She

By the hair of my chinny chin chin

Eee oh eee oh eee oh eee oh

Like a zippo smokes the way

Hope

Around

You

Your lungs and your wrists

They throb like trains

Choo choo choo

It's a prison of sound

I poke around