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There's nothing more bourgeois than cigarettes
They're made by profiteering men
Who get richer when you buy their goods
But it ain't so good when your lungs are filled with blood
After the cancer ate away your alveoli
Slowly but surely
There's nothing more bourgeois than cigarettes
You'll look so glamorous and sexy
Notwithstanding your yellow teeth and nails
But nails are trivial when you could fit right in
Like a cog in the machine of senseless consumption
Smokey seduction
There's nothing more bourgeois than cigarettes
You'll help pollute the air not even care
If your hair smells like excrement
That wretched stench cost you six dollars and fifty cents
To help some CEO purchase his pleasure yacht
Whilst your lungs rot
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