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Smelling Cigarettes
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Smelling Cigarettes was released on January 11, 2005 by The Fiery Furnaces Records as a part of the album EP
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AlbumEP
Release DateJanuary 11, 2005
LabelThe Fiery Furnaces Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Fiery Furnaces
The Fiery Furnaces
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eleanor Friedberger
Eleanor Friedberger
Songwriter
Matthew Friedberger
Matthew Friedberger
Songwriter

Lyrics

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 stay 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
And 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
Said, "Is this your cat?"
"Yeah, but sometimes it forgets
Ah, wait a minute
I gonna come out there and smell a couple of cigarettes"
Don't you hurry, worry with me
Don't you hurry, worry with me
Don't you hurry, worry with me
I'm gonna pack up your eyes with sand
If you tell me that again
If you tell me that again
If you tell me that again
I'm gonna pack up your eyes with sand
If you tell me you've been broke
If you tell me you've been broke
If you tell me you've been broke
I'm gonna pack up your eyes with sand
If you tell me that again
If you tell me that again
If you tell me that again
I'm gonna pack up your eyes with sand
Don't you hurry, worry with me
Don't you hurry, worry with me
Don't you hurry, worry with me
Don't you hurry, worry with me
I'm gonna pack up your eyes with sand
I'm gonna pack up your eyes with sand
I'm gonna pack up your eyes with sand
You better close your eyes 'cause I'm about to pack 'em up with sand
Written by: Eleanor Friedberger, Matthew Friedberger
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