Spend you days just walking and shopping
Depending on how much you´re luck is in
Spend the night-life table-hopping
And trying to keep that bag of bones in trim

I don´t mind not feeling immortal
´Cos it ain´t all that as far as I can tell
I don´t mind not going to heaven
As long as they´ve got cigarettes
As long as they´ve got cigarettes in hell

And by the time we start getting used to it
The dope that´s forming on the windowsill
Now we know we´ve got ourselves into
The cage that keeps the mice on the treadmill

I don´t mind not feeling immortal
´Cos it ain´t all that as far as I can tell
I don´t mind not going to heaven
As long as they´ve got cigarettes
As long as they´ve got cigarettes in hell

I don´t mind not being immortal

Because it ain´t all that as far as I can tell
I don´t mind not going to heaven
As long as they´ve got cigarettes
As long as they´ve got cigarettes in hell