"You see that pack of Virginia killing sticks on the end of the piano?
All you need to know about life is retained in those four walls.
You will notice that one of your personallities is seduced by the illusions of granduer.
A gold packet of king size with a regal insignia
An attractive implication toward glamour and wealth
And a subtle suggestion that cigarettes are your royal and loyal friends,
And that pete, is a lie
Your other personality is trying to draw your attention to the flip side of the discussion
Written in bold, boring, black and white is that statement that these neat little soldiers of death are in fact trying to kill you,
And that pete, is the truth
Oh, beauty is a beguiling call of death and i'm addicted to the sweet pitch of it's sorrow
That that starts sweet, ends bitter
and that that starts bitter, ends sweet.
That is why you and I love the drugs...
Now, please, pass me a light"
~Johnny Quid
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