As I sit on this bus bench I look around and smell a foul stench I try to identify this foul smell What could it be, I cant tell. I know what it is said someone from a crowd Its the sewer and the smells the foul cloud. One says, Its the bum sitting next to me. Another one says,Its me. I know what it is I say to myself Its another dead body on the shelf Because of pollution in the air Caused by people who dont care Its the smell of decaying bodies everywhere Its foul smell tobacco execs emit Knowing that it k**s people and they dont give a sh** Blood money has got to go Because of this now I know I wont live till Im twenty-five Somehow Ive got to survive Preach about what cig smoke does Dont believe the execs 'cause