Fresh Air

She's looking for fresh air, watching a man with no hair

Wishing that he had hair, walk through the door

Black is the color of her hair, her eyes, her lungs

Her lungs are black, so black

Ho hum, the nicotine gum, hum drum

She looks at the white on the walls, the white in the halls, the white as she falls

Back on the bed, tubes in her head, heavy as lead, oh she's almost dead

She should have listened to what everybody said

It's sad, but it's true, what you should not do

No joke, no joke, no joke