Andrew Mirabile - Bad Cigarettes Lyrics

Friday night, 2am
Headlights shine on black cement
Windows cracked, feel the breeze
Empty bottle, passenger seat
I'm doing 85
Sammy's singing "I can't drive!"
I leave it all behind
As I push the needle to the line

Reflecting in my view
I saw the flashing red blues

Stranded again, ain't got nothing left
Feeling the weight of the world on my back
When hope fades with every breath
You been smoking, too many bad cigarettes
Oh you been been smoking
Too many bad cigarettes

Just got paid, I'm all dressed up
For a date with Lady Luck
Met her at the House of Sin
Chips are stacked to go all-in
Blackjack, poker, craps, roulette
Pick a number, place your bets
But when all the dealins done
I'm in the red and on the run

Still I ask for one more hit
And you swear this is it

Stranded again, ain't got nothing left
Feeling the weight of the world on my back
When hope fades with every breath
You been smoking
Too many bad cigarettes
Oh you been been smoking
Too many bad cigarettes

Twenty g's set for bail
Called my girl and she said
Go to Hell

When the Judge said 5 to 10
I knew this might be the end