I’ll Die with a Cigarette in My Hand
Matthew Carlin

I’ll die with a cigarette in my hand.
I see on your face that you’re offended
It’s clear to me that you don’t understand.

Marlboro, Lucky Strike, any old brand
I’ll smoke ‘em all, even if they’re blended
I’ll die with a cigarette in my hand.

Wherever I go all throughout the land
Even if the people are offended
It’s clear to me that you don’t understand.

Grimy teeth, brown fingertips be damned
And burn holes can be easily mended
I’ll die with a cigarette in my hand.

If you don’t think it’s right for me to stand
I think that cigs need to be defended
It’s clear to me that you don’t understand.

I don’t even need you to understand
And I don’t expect to be defended
I’ll die with a cigarette in my hand.
It’s clear to me that you don’t understand.