The Next Great American Spirit Strikes Back!

Christ! Seven years of college down the drain

Might as well join the fucking peace corps

It's not really about the menthol

It's not really about the taste

It's the sick, sad sense of company

I can't help but embrace

Maybe I'm a little bit smarter

Maybe I'm a little bit too grown up

And I know my body is a temple

It's just that I, I just don't give a fuck

It's just another bad habit

Costs me 50 bucks a week

But it's the only thing that keeps me awake

Off four hours of sleep

I can't stop coughing my lungs out

Running through my teeth

But if something is gonna change

It should have been here by last week

But if I have to sit and wait

At least I'll have some company

I need to stop falling in love with girls I've never met

Replacing those feelings with cheap cigarettes

Every jacket I own is now covered in smoke

I can't wash it out, I can't go see my folks

Fuck this city!

Pabst Blue Ribbon!

It's not really about the menthol

It's not really about the taste

It's the sick, sad ash left smoldering

That burns right up through my face

I guess I'm really not smarter

I guess I really don't know myself

And if shit ever gets better

Please tell me just what that means

'Cause now all my clothes smell like smoke

I guess I'm never clean

I need to stop falling in love with girls I've never met

Replacing those feelings with cheap cigarettes

Every jacket I own is now covered in smoke

I can't wash it out, I can't go see my folks

It's not really about the menthol

Hey! What's this lyin' around shit!