Smoking
The spring has come
Beer is flowing in the pubs
Girls want to wear skirts
The sky reveals a promise
Waiting for people and papers
Bits flying all over the globe
Variables changing values
Trying to get it done
Writing to fullfill
Quitting smoking
It got really expensive
I wish to smoke for ever
I wont be myself
Like an evil, dark lord
Without his golden throne
On a huge pile of skulls