LAST CIGARETTE

I was [bad word] and tired
I [bad word] no one
I stand on my knees
Don't know where [bad word] I signed all my cards
I sent them to [bad word] I can't stand the voices
And sounds as well
I should but I couldn't
Change any of hats
So... without any regrets
I smoked a cigarette

I was [bad word] and damned
I felt my own end
I saw it was written
On Jesus's left hand
But I didn't mind
And I'm still not afraid
I saw enough faces
Who lied into face
I sould but I couldn't
I tried to forget
So now... without any regrets
I smoked last cigarette