Translation: Hefner. The Hymn For The Cigarettes.
see a sight like that again; no, I don't There was nothin' to do but close our eyes, an' bow our heads, an' vocalize With a silent five-part acapella hymn, for
cigarettes Just you and I And a cast of thousands Trying to forget We could sit singing songs for suckers Blacked out with hymns of pain and sorrow
these are the things you loved me for These are the things you loved me for But God will never see you in the bowels of the building For the ever righteous
turn and smile at Luther when the program would commence With a voice as sweet as angels she would break out in a hymn I was pickin' for her too with