I don't smoke anymore   I want my soul back   Damn the flaming, red-ass devil   I want my soul back      My soul for one stinking, little cigarette   If that's not a rip off, what is?   And now that I don't smoke   That bastard's got my soul   This certainly is just no good      I think I'll go to hell   And beat his fiery ass   I want my stupid soul   If I don't get it, he'll get a smack   I want my soul   Forget those cigarettes   All they do is kill you anyway      Let's face it, I'm screwed   My soul is gone for good   All for one stupid cigarette   I didn't smoke then   And I don't now   But either way I'll end up in hell      Well, I guess it doesn't matter. Once they found out that I killed Herbert that's where I would have gone anyway...