Spend your days just working and shopping   Depending on how much your luck is in   Spend your night-life table-hogging   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      By the time we start getting used to   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 feeling immortal   'Cos it ain't all that as far as I can tell   And I don't mind not going to Heaven   As long as they've got cigarettes    As long as they've got cigarettes in Hell