What we breathe is smokeless
What we speak is news
What we breathe is chokeless
What we speak is blues
2.
I dreamt of a man with half a life,
half a house and half a wife
I dreamt of a man without a face,
without a mind, without a place
3.
Ring-a-ring-a-roses
A lung as black as night
Atishoo! Atishoo!
A shower of shite
Ashes in the graveyard
Ashes in the crem
Chuck us in the dustbin
Up pops them!
