(As Long As They've Got) Cigarettes in [bad word] 

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 in [bad word] 

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 [bad word]