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THE SMOKERS BLUES
Here’s a song I rewrote the other night by THE MIAMI SOUND MACHINE called SMUGGLERS BLUES. I rewrote it to be a parody song because of the cigarette tax on the poor. Now only rich people can afford to smoke. Why should they be happy? I don’t know about you but I’m tired of being ruled, lawed, regulated and taxed to death by a bunch of idiots! Let’s clean house and start over! I don’t have a copywrite on this of course. I just hope someone takes it and makes it into a record! I’d love to hear it on the radio! Everyone has my permission to use it as they see fit. Send it to your friends or post it where ever, I don’t care! Remember we over threw a government once just for taxing our tea! I don’t even like tea! I say we need to do it again! Let’s let’em know how we feel about these taxes! Off with their heads! Then lets hang’em!
Long live God and the Constitution of the United States!
03/20/09 Guns and bombs sold separately. See individual revolutionaries and militants for participation. Void where prohibited by law! Have a nice day!
THE SMOKER’S BLUES
They’ll be trouble on the street tonight I can feel it in my bones
I had a premonition That she should not quit alone I knew her pack was empty But I didn't think she'd kill Everything exploded And the blood began to spill
So lady, here's a new pack Just hold it in your hand Here's a brand new lighter Incase you can’t quit the way you planned.
She held that pack for hours But it was more than she could stand
eeeeeeeyeah
Well I'm sorry it went down like that But the odds were that you’d lose It's the nature of addiction It's the smoker’s blues
The smokers Blues
Criminals are Politicians With a new tax law They rip off then they slip off With money nobody saw
No matter what your pleasure If you chew or puff You’ll have to carry a weapon When you go to buy the stuff
They’ll be lots of shady characters With back ally tax free deals Everyone’s a criminal That’s how the cops will make you feel And every court room Judge Will rob you like no big deal Then hide their crimes away Behind cold hard bars of steel
Bars of steel
Perhaps you’ll understand it better When you’re standing in those shoes It's the ultimate addiction It's the smoker’s blues
The smoker’s blues
You see it in the headlines You read it every day They say it’s gonna kill you But they sell it anyway
They grow it on the east cost, and out near L.A. They tax it up and sell it Man, I mean it’s here to stay
Their propping up the government with this new tax base revenue We all see the injustice But there’s just nothing' we can do Smoking is just for the very rich And not meant for me and you
Not me and you
(shotgun pump) Well here’s a brand new proposition And one they can’t refuse (shotgun blast) It's the nature of addiction It's the smoker’s blues (Shotgun pump)
Smoker’s blues Eeeeeeeyeah
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