Sin Tax

The change from his cigarettes
Was not what he’d expect
It’s annoying
Not the end of the world
It’s not the heat, it’s the stupidity
It’s not the drugs, did this to me
Inside each guilty pleasure
There’s a little filthy treasure
Let’s go diving for pearls
In an ocean of beer
What have we here?
No we don’t approve of this
So it will cost one dollar more
Nothing’s so important
We can’t adjust in a day or four
I’m either hungry or full
But I’m rarely satisfied
The groove is in the grave