Bill Stevenson - 5000 Cigarettes lyrics

8 miles of nothing and a hundred tonnes of will to survive Can't see the devil so you know that you're still alive There's nothing out here but the sun so f** up and drive And I've got 5000 cigarettes in the back of the car We've gotta move 'em now or we won't get far We're sleeping on the dirt with the shooting stars A little sleight of hand A little contraband There's carca** on the bumper bar there's blood on the gla** Picked up a problem and we're gonna lose it fast This is the best day on earth but it could be the last And I've got 5000 cigarettes in the back of the car We've gotta move'em now or we won't get far We're sleeping on the dirt with the shooting stars A little sleight of hand A little contraband and desert sand And I've got 5000 cigarettes in the back of the car We've gotta move'em now or we won't get far We're sleeping on the dirt with the shooting stars A little sleight of hand A little contraband I've got 5000 cigarettes in the back of the car We've gotta move'em now or we won't get far We're sleeping on the dirt with the shooting stars A little sleight of hand A little contraband I've got 5000 cigarettes in the back of the car We've gotta move'em now or we won't get far We're sleeping on the dirt with the shooting stars