I never made a fuss, you know I should've created The day you had your left leg amputated And the doctor said it was a ten to one bet That the blood clot had been caused by cigarette
I should've complained, I should've played it much meaner Having to put up with your emphysema Your nicotine kisses and your galling cough I sometimes used to think that I had had enough
When you went to the doctor just the other day Because you had a bad cough that wouldn't go away Well, you looked half dead and your skin had turned grey And they rushed you down to hospital straight away They took you down to X-ray and conducted some tests And found a cyst the size of Africa inside your chest I met your doctor in the chip shop and he made me cry When he let slip in the queue that you are gonna die
'Cause you've got lung cancer and you're gonna die Now you've got lung cancer and all I do is cry Looking for love when I was younger I should've insisted on a non-smoker
I wonder how much longer you'll be part of the scenery Sitting there coughing off a big, fat greeny You'd given up years ago if I'd've had it my way Kissing you was like licking out an ashtray
I never really gave you too much grief About your nicotine fingers and your discoloured teeth But you kept on smoking and I kept on choking From involuntary passive smoking
I went to the doctor just the other day Because I had a bad cough that wouldn't go away The doc says when you die, I won't be alone and blue 'Cause I'll be checking out even sooner than you
'Cause I've got lung cancer, it ain't no joke Now I've got lung cancer, I don't even smoke Looking for love when I was younger I should've insisted on a non-smoker
You've got lung cancer and you're gonna die Now you've got lung cancer and so have I Looking for love when I was younger I should've insisted on a non-smoker
Kissing you was like licking out an ashtray
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