Cigarettes, whiskey, and wild women. . .
One will kill you, one will keep you, one will lead you astray.
Cigarettes will warm you when there is nobody else,
They will drive you forth before they turn to ash,
They remind you of the shortness of life,
With every breathe, approaching our death.
Whiskey will calm you when your thoughts cannot be alone,
He will stay with you for a while long,
He helps you forget, but too much is not a song,
With every drink, approaching our death.
Wild women will enthrall you when life seems not worth living,
She will leave and she will stay, all we know is unknown,
She pushes you to heights, and drags you down to troughs,
With every hour, approaching our death.
Oh wild women, I know you will be the death of me.
Oh whiskey, help me sleep and forget, to keep me alive.
Oh cigarettes, I know I am lost. . .
