It's nicotine in the morning
It's nicotine at night
Find the butane
Sweet smell of tobacco
Bring the fire back to your eyes
Sweet Virginia, North Carolina
Leave me cancer, leave me pain
No class distinction
With the poor man's cocaine
Still wraps around a rich man's brain
From the snuff box, from a chew tin,
From a filter, from a pipe
Hail Mary, it's a given
That we're living just to die
Gob Iron - Nicotine Blues Lyrics
Gob Iron - Nicotine Blues Lyrics
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It's nicotine in the morning
It's nicotine at night
Find the butane
Sweet smell of tobacco
Bring the fire back to your eyes
Sweet Virginia, North Carolina
Leave me cancer, leave me pain
No class distinction
With the poor man's cocaine
Still wraps around a rich man's brain
From the snuff box, from a chew tin,
From a filter, from a pipe
Hail Mary, it's a given
That we're living just to die
It's nicotine at night
Find the butane
Sweet smell of tobacco
Bring the fire back to your eyes
Sweet Virginia, North Carolina
Leave me cancer, leave me pain
No class distinction
With the poor man's cocaine
Still wraps around a rich man's brain
From the snuff box, from a chew tin,
From a filter, from a pipe
Hail Mary, it's a given
That we're living just to die
Writer: DP, Jay Farrar
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Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management