Big Ciggie کے بول

Pratts and pain, pratts and pain I keep a big fat cigarette burning from the edge of my head It's gonna light up all this gasoline and melt me to the threads in my bed They've said it before and they'll say it again They'll say He died thinking too much of you He died thinking too much of you She kept a big fat camel pack Tucked above her head in the car Until some jackknife cut her life Burned up with the pack in the yard They've said it before and they'll say it again They'll say She died thinking too much of ya She died thinking too much of ya She died thinking too much of ya She died thinking too They've said it before and they'll say it again They'll say She died thinking too much of ya She died thinking too much of ya She died thinking too much of ya She died thinking too