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 being immortal 'Cause 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 being immortal 'Cause 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