As I sit on this bus bench
I look around and smell a foul stench
I try to identify this foul smell
What could it be, I cant tell.
I know what it is said someone from a crowd
Its the sewer and the smells the foul cloud.
One says, Its the bum sitting next to me.
Another one says,Its me.
I know what it is I say to myself
Its another dead body on the shelf
Because of pollution in the air
Caused by people who dont care
Its the smell of decaying bodies everywhere
Its foul smell tobacco execs emit
Knowing that it kills people and they dont give a shit
Blood money has got to go
Because of this now I know
I wont live till Im twenty-five
Somehow Ive got to survive
Preach about what cig smoke does
Dont believe the execs 'cause