And I've got a show to play In Birmingham tonight I got a cigarette I guess, I am tonight I got a glass of wine I should be feeling fine I ain't feeling nothing yet She's leading the second line Feel like I'm in front of it

Can you see his silhouette? And I've got my mind, made up this time 'Cause there's a menace in my bed Go on and light a cigarette, set a fire in my head Let's cause a little trouble Oh, you make me feel so weak I bet you kiss your knuckles Right before

It's like I checked into rehab And, baby, you're my disease I gotta check into rehab 'Cause, baby, you're my disease Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, you're the reason why I'm thinking I don't wanna smoke on these cigarettes no more I guess

What is wrong with me? What do I think? I think Invasion of our piracy Afterbirth of a nation Starved without your skeleton key I love you for what I am not I did not want what I have got Blanket acne'd with cigarette burns Use just once and destroy

Somebody got murdered Somebody's dead forever Sounds like murder! Are they drunk down below? Someone lights a cigarette While riding in a car Some ol' guy takes a swig And passes back the jar But where they were last night

Wait by the door, and light a cigarette If he wants a fight, well, now he's got one And he ain't seen me crazy yet He slapped my face, and he shook me like a rag doll Don't that sound like a real man? I'm going to show him what little girls are made of

Can you see his silhouette? And I've got my mind, made up this time 'Cause there's a menace in my bed Go on and light a cigarette, set a fire in my head Let's cause a little trouble Oh, you make me feel so weak I bet you kiss your knuckles Right before

All come to look for America Let us be lovers we'll marry our fortunes together I've got some real estate here in my bag So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner's pies And we walked off to look for America Cathy I said as we boarded a Greyhound

Got a nigga goin' crazy Time goes by, puffin' on lye Hopin' that it gets me high I feel crazy Oh yeah, I feel crazy And Hennessy don't help Throw me a cigarette, dawg! They got me feelin' crazier than a motherfucker I got Bad Azz in this motherfucker

She’s a dirty little thing, crazy as hell She’s a lipstick stain on a burned cigarette Like an old blues song stuck in my head Mississippi mud and I’m sinking in She’s my rock-n’-roll queen, sweet southern belle She’s got Mississippi Blood runnin’