Nicotina - Sparks

Not every cigarette is a dead, dead thing

Some have a mind and try to be other things

Pushed in the pack, they crave some Virginia air

Softly, they pray to someone, but life ain’t fair

They’re born to lose

They’re born to fill

The lungs of Jack

The lungs of Jill

And like I said

Life just isn’t fair

Nicotina, Nicotina, Nicotina is her name

Once in a while a cigarette has a name

N-I-C-O-T-I-N-A, that’s her name

She had a tiny voice, and she sang all day

She was a cigarette, but she loved to play

Nicotina, Nicotina, Nicotina is her name

A man with a cough

Stepped to the machine

Dropped coins in the slot

The end of a dream

He ripped the pack and coughed, and then coughed again

Popped out a cigarette, and we’re near the end

She screamed and screamed but so much was filtered out

Now Nicotina’s only a tiny cloud

Nicotina’s gone, but life goes on though

Nicotina’s gone, but life goes on though

Nicotina’s gone, but life goes on and on and on and on and on

Nicotina, Nicotina, Nicotina was her name