What can be said of the cigarette smokes
A prop for a joke or a mark on the clock
If I stopped would the bus ever come […]
I’m reaching the age when decisions are made
On life and living and I’m sure last ditch
That’ll I’ll ask for more time
But mother forgive me
I’ll still want a bottle of good Irish whiskey and a bundle of smokes in my grave.
Thanks for that, Goulven. You’re da man.