Not every cigarette is a dead, dead thing   Some have a mind and try to be other things   Pushed in the pack, they crave some Virginia air   Softly, they pray to someone, but life ain't fair      They're born to lose   They're born to fill   The lungs of Jack   The lungs of Jill   And like I said   Life just isn't fair      Nicotina, Nicotina, Nicotina is her name      Once in a while a cigarette has a name   N-I-C-O-T-I-N-A, that's her name   She had a tiny voice, and she sang all day   She was a cigarette, but she loved to play      Nicotina, Nicotina, Nicotina is her name      A man with a cough   Stepped to the machine   Dropped coins in the slot   The end of a dream      He ripped the pack and coughed, and then coughed again   Popped out a cigarette, and we're near the end   She screamed and screamed but so much was filtered out   Now Nicotina's only a tiny cloud      Nicotina's gone, but life goes on though   Nicotina's gone, but life goes on though   Nicotina's gone, but life goes on and on and on and on and on   Nicotina, Nicotina, Nicotina was her name