| Song | Smelling Cigarettes |
| Artist | The Fiery Furnaces |
| Album | EP |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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… |
| 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 | |
| Hydewho just got divorced, and there' s a restraining order enforcedgoing in his exwife' s garage. | |
| I' m just drunk enough to open the window, yell out gruff: " | |
| Don' t you key that brandnew | |
| 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 hurryworry with me |
| 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 | |
| Hydewho just got divorced, and there' s a restraining order enforcedgoing in his exwife' s garage. | |
| I' m just drunk enough to open the window, yell out gruff: " | |
| Don' t you key that brandnew | |
| 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 hurryworry with me |