The Marlboro Man's Dead and so are all his cowboys their propoganda k**ed my
motehr preyed on force of habit te Marlboro Man is dead and so are all his
cowboys their propoganda k**ed my mother addicted her to the soot Alive with
pleasure eager to purchase alive with pleasure happy to smolder She exhaled
pain I inhaled decay no iron lung can cut a tumor the size of a fist from
your throat Rotten black lung and family hands it down a learned destruction
the ashes please me to a sickness.