Secondhand Smoke

CHORUS:
I don't want none of your secondhand smoke,
I don't want none of your offhand lies.
You're pushing a cancer, a cough and a choke.
When you look in the mirror how can you face your own eyes?

Well, my dad was a two-pack-a-day man
And the poison went straight to his heart.
He never made it to fifty
And I swore that I never would start.

          (CHORUS)

Now, you say you're not selling to children
And you swear on their lives that it's so.
But even when they don't know Mickey
They all recognize Old Camel Joe.

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Now, you've promised to take down the billboards
That we see from our buses and cars.
But I'll bet you're just moving that money
Offshore and into cigars.

          (CHORUS)

Well, you've talked about choices and freedom
And your stooges are saying it still.
But it's freedom to rattle our shackles
Once addiction takes hold of free will.