You are one of god's mistakes.

You're a big boy now.

Smokin' reds just like your father.

My favorite brand,

My favorite brand,

My favorite brand

of cancer.

Like the wind disappears into the sky,

so will you and I.

I knew it, I swear I did,

"Is this all we will ever know?"

I knew the answer all along
You liked me once,
I swear you did.

You gave it away

with the taste of your lips.

I was polite,

I made a promise

and I smoke reds

just like your father.