It was only one million years since the end of the world, so Joe Eawest figured he had about nine hundred and ninety nine million more left to go before he would see humans again. He was right, of course. In recent millenniums, he had taken up farming and smoking tobacco. He couldn't die from it, but he still wrote this song.
A cigarette is a friend
for the rain
that it leaves you out in
just you and him
sharing the pain
A cigarette is a friend
for the snow
where nobody goes
but you and him
but you and your cig
A cigarette is a fiend for all seasons
It's seen in all seasons with you
Without you oh what would it do?
The fiend for all seasons will give so many reasons!
A cigarette is a friend
for the falling leaves
of tobacco
burnt to ash
like your lungs
oh so black
A cigarette is a friend
for the sunny days
it drives away
all your friends
it taints your breath
you smell of death
and so it's just you and him...
A cigarette is a fiend for all seasons (...)
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