The Great American Smokeout

The Great American Smokeout - The Snake The Cross The Crown

Humming to himself as he

Is thinking of his latest debts

Juggling some numbered thoughts

Wondering what might come next

And swears he won't

Ever stop

Unless he wants what

She surely does not

Oh jim John

Jackie and

Susie q

They mind their manners but so do you

Oh we breathe all of these words that make no sense

Humming to himself as he

Is thinking of his latest debts

Juggling some numbered thoughts

Wondering what might come next

And swears he's right

Though he's convinced himself it is

Working in an upscale place

She's thinking of her son's demise

On his epitaph a doctor's bill

She puts off for another time

And swears she won't

Ever stop

Unless she wants what

She surely does not

Oh jim John

Jackie and

Susie q

They mind their manners but so do you

Oh we breathe all of these words that make no sense

Not gonna see till my singing days are gone

Not gonna hear until the fires have burned on

Not gonna no oh

Not gonna no oh

Not gonna no oh

Till the singing days are gone