(As Long As They've Got) Cigarettes In Hell
Spend your days just walking and shopping
Depending on how much you're luck is in
Spend the night-life table-hopping
And 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 tell
I don't mind not going to heaven
As long as they've got cigarettes
As long as they've got cigarettes in hell
And by the time we start getting used to
The dope that's forming on the windowsill
Now we know we've got ourselves into
The 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 tell
And I don't mind not going to heaven
As long as they've got cigarettes
As long as they've got cigarettes in hell
I don't mind not feel any mortal
Because it ain't all that as far as I can tell
And I don't mind not going to heaven
As long as they've got cigarettes
As long as they've got cigarettes in hell
Mientras tengan cigarrillos en el infierno
Pasa tus días solo caminando y comprando
Dependiendo de cuánta suerte tengas
Pasa la noche saltando de mesa en mesa
Y tratando de mantener ese saco de huesos en forma
No me importa no sentirme mortal
Porque no es gran cosa según puedo ver
No me importa no ir al cielo
Mientras tengan cigarrillos
Mientras tengan cigarrillos en el infierno
Y para cuando empecemos a acostumbrarnos
A la droga que se forma en el alféizar de la ventana
Ahora sabemos en qué nos hemos metido
En la jaula que mantiene a los ratones en la rueda
No me importa no sentirme mortal
Porque no es gran cosa según puedo ver
Y no me importa no ir al cielo
Mientras tengan cigarrillos
Mientras tengan cigarrillos en el infierno
No me importa no sentirme mortal
Porque no es gran cosa según puedo ver
Y no me importa no ir al cielo
Mientras tengan cigarrillos
Mientras tengan cigarrillos en el infierno
Escrita por: Noel Gallagher