The Smoker

(One, two, three)

Well, you've never come this far before
Strange to think with one cigarette
That the record will be set
The most that anyone can get inside their mouth

And it's never been this hard before
The veins are bulging in your neck
But even if you break the record
It's a fifty-dollar check that you won't cash

Fame so fleeting
That already there's a kid out there
Well on his way to bеating you
You keep trying
You say the day that you stop living life's the day that you start dying
And you just don't plan to go

And it's nеver been this hard before
Your concentration almost broke
We could see you start to choke
Man, you don't even smoke, what are you doing?

For fame so fleeting
Consisting mainly of a knack
For finding meaning in such meaningless things
But you keep trying
You say the day that you stop living life's the day that you start dying
And you just don't plan to go

You may never come this far again
And now, for all the effort that it took
Your name goes in a book
That nobody ever looks at but you

Fame so fleeting
The very second that you grasp it
It is already retreating from you
And no one understands
It's not the money or the fans
Neither one will touch your hands
You say the day that you stop living life's the day that you start dying
But you just don't plan to go