"Quitters Don't Smoke" lyrics

Woah, woah, woah, woah

I've heard that cheap whine time after time
And how they spell their name
And how they play their game
They will paint the sky saying you are the crime
Dance to their pipe and you'll turn out the same

Woah, woah, woah, woah

I'd lay tracks so you could follow the road to Rome
If you would let me
All we need is the color to set the tone

Draw me the line, show me obscene
Give me the best drug the world's ever seen
Playing with fire tastes much better when I'm on

Woah, woah, woah, woah

Straight fix, or high on paper
Got your name, mark, and number
They'll singe you out
Toak, smoke, breathe, choke!

I'd lay tracks so you could follow the road to Rome
If you would let me
All we need is the color to set the tone

Draw me the line, show me obscene
Give me the best drug the world's ever seen
Playing with fire tastes much better when I'm on
Let's go to war, sell me a dream
You are the best thing that I've ever seen
All of the others don't know what that means
Hanged, drawn and quartered they should be for their sins

Draw me the line, show me obscene
Give me the best drug the world's ever seen
Playing with fire tastes much better when I'm on

Let's go to war, sell me a dream
You are the best thing that I've ever seen
All of the others don't know what that means
Hanged, drawn and quartered they should be for their sins