(Remember New Yorker Eric Garner, who died for your sin taxes, by complications of a take-down from tax enforcers. A nanny state requires its police state.)
Too few cigarette sales, and America's Children's Health Insurance Program doesn't get funded. So we should admit smokers deserve special thanks. I'm asking any who sympathize with the tobacco-using citizen who suffers exile (and "sin tax" punishment ever more cruel and unusual) to "Share" or link to this song if they like it.
No, you can't bum a cigarette
But, I'll sell ya one
That's gonna be forty cents
I need the mon'
I need four & a half cents for the re-hab groups
And twelve for the pensions trust
We need two point five for surveillance tech' now
There's violators to bust
My supplier kept him a penny, so I'm keepin' one for my fuss
That leaves the other nineteen for the nanny state taking such good care of us!
Oh, what a soldier has to do to have a smoke! It really is a pity
Yeah, in the P.O.W. camp they made of the city
A smoker's choice, p-lain as can be
It's either exile or captivity
And those actuarial tables, the better for us all if there's a proper skew
So if you're not buying cigarettes then what kind of citizen are you?
You don't just light up a cigarette
But, it can be done
In the big house or the Big Apple
They make exceptions for some
Tell them you've got the license to fuss and fume
And children's healthcare is riding on you
If it rides on the air in a cigarette plume now,
Ain't that the least you can do?
And ah, you can keep your peace with the system, you let the system have a piece of you
And you laugh at the joke if you wanta have a smoke, well it's some kind of exile you choose!
...IF YOU'RE NOT BUYING CIGARETTES THEN WHAT KIND OF CITIZEN ARE YOU?