"Smoking kills, but my doctor died of a heart attack,
And all the things they told me, now I see the cracks,
They said it's all in your lungs, but it's your mind they hack,
If smoking kills, why'd my doctor have a heart attack?"
The preacher says prayers, the doctor writes pills,
But the preacher got drunk, and the doctor got killed,
We all got our battles, we all got our thrills,
But who writes the script for the cure or the kill?
And the world keeps spinning with all of its lies,
You can't trust a word when everyone dies.
I've seen men who were holy, preach about sin,
And behind closed doors, they let the devil in,
So tell me what's the difference between them and me?
I've got my vices; they've got their hypocrisy.
The rules that they wrote don't make sense anymore,
When the one writing them is falling to the floor.
And the stories get told, but the endings don't change,
It's all just a cycle, we live on the same stage.