Smelling Cigarettes Songtext
von The Fiery Furnaces

Very much vodka and too much tequila: those are the ways I learned to deal.
Across against the light and the sleet scalds my sight,
stunned I stayed put and a billboard truck runs over my foot.
So things are really hopping; and my unemployment's stopping;
and my kitty cat's copping; and I need to forget.
So I go to the window and smell a cigarette.

Now I'm in the clutches of my crutches:
I'm laid up, and I sip from my cup, and I look outside.
And I see Christopher Hyde-who just got divorced,
and there's a restraining order enforced-going in his ex-wife's garage.
I'm just drunk enough to open the window, yell out gruff:


“Don't you key that brand-new Camry”.
And he gave me the cursor, “Damn, ” returning to the spot he was,
“Mind your own business you! ”
And I wag my finger, “You're not doing what you're supposed to do”.

And then he's coming toward me, and I took a swig of my tequila
'cause it made me feel a little nervous as he started across against the light:
but he didn't look to his right as he didn't stay put.
And a billboard truck came and ran over his foot.

And the cops responding called out to me,
“Hey is this your cat? ” “Yeah, but sometimes it forgets.
Ah, wait a minute.
I gonna come out there and smell a couple a cigarettes.”

Don't you hurry-worry with me…