Fag Ash Lane

Now as I pass them in the street
I feel strongly about how much they sicken me,
But it also creates a sadness within me as we meet.
How they can do this to themselves is beyond my knowledge
And it is a real pain,
To walk past them here, down on Fag Ash Lane.

The smell of the smoke is just obnoxious
And I am in pain, as I walk past them on Fag Ash Lane
So I hold my breath, desperately trying
To cut off the polluted air from my lungs.
But the image has formed in my mind
Of these people decaying slowly, and inevitably lying
In the earth. Dead.

And as I wander down streets bearing name
I think, 'There is no other like Fag Ash Lane'.
For it is a walking graveyard,
As I see nothing but strolling corpses
Wasting away into nothing.
And for me it is hard to comprehend how
These people can squander their lives for simple pleasure.