Gasoline Cigarettes Leave Pockmarks

Gasoline Cigarettes Leave Pockmarks

We were sharpening our claws on leaves,
Right down now as your chest heaves,
Heavy with phlegm,
My mother went out on a limb,
To make sure you were cozy.

Well, I guess gasoline cigarettes leave pockmarks,
Worse than acne scars on your face,
carrying good times in your pocket,
Is this the end of our race?

Smoking bugs on a leaf,
My how they roast,
Gasoline cigarettes leave pockmarks,
So now that bug is toast.

We rogged a woodwin’,
Traded some diamonds off the rock,
They were worth every single ounce,
Of candy that I got.

The rave dancers and partygoers,
Don’t know that gasoline cigarettes leave pockmarks,
And that’s why they mock
The people they consider rectangular.

Do you have Prince Albert in a can?
If so, light him up take a draw,
It’s no more dangerous than ma’s coleslaw,
Ma didn’t know gasoline cigarettes left pockmarks,
Now she plays in the sand.

We got up and dusted off,
The drywall had begun to crack,
We peeled the flakes off,
And ate them off of each other’s back.

When I had a gasoline cigarette,
The world turned square,
The grass was hair,
My skin crawled with insects,
Who ate my asbestos skin cells.

The house was now a louse,
A giant weed smiled with rotten teeth,
And rumbled “Well boyo, you’re a pockmarked theif!”
So I guess gasoline cigarettes leave pockmarks,
Even though I was sure I was safe in the clock.

Since that gasoline cigarette, I have been hooked,
This next minute I will die,
But it’s worth every last fly,
Gasoline cigarettes leave pockmarks,
They’re worth their weight in gold,
With them I never age and I never get old.