Spend your days just walking and shoppingDepending on how much you're luck is inSpend the night-life table-hoppingAnd trying to keep that bag of bones in trim I don't mind not feel any mortal'Cos it ain't all that as far as I can tellI don't mind not going to heavenAs long as they've got cigarettesAs long as they've got cigarettes in hell And by the time we start getting used toThe dope that's forming on the windowsillNow we know we've got ourselves intoThe cage that keeps the mice on the treadmill I don't mind not feel any mortal'Cos it ain't all that as far as I can tellAnd I don't mind not going to heavenAs long as they've got cigarettesAs long as they've got cigarettes in hell I don't mind not feel any mortalBecause it ain't all that as far as I can tellAnd I don't mind not going to heavenAs long as they've got cigarettesAs long as they've got cigarettes in hell

grande Falcao