Mr. Shaw Video (MV)

Dimly lit embers burning
Mr. Shaw sits at his table
Smoking and listening
Listening to the dying chords
Of a smoky blues song
Mr. Shaw alone at his table
Deep breath into shallow lungs
Deep breath into shallow lungs
Rasping and raw
He can't resist the draw
Just one more
Oh Mr. Shaw always wanted one pack more
Oh Mr. Shaw always wanted one drag more
Well he could always be seen
With a nicotine stain upon his lips
And you could see him at night
By the orange light of his cigarette tip
Just one drag more
It's the pain of knowing
Of wanting more
That's what's killing Mr. Shaw
It's killing Mr. Shaw
The need he has to satisfy
It's so persistent
It just won't die
It just won't die
Oh Mr. Shaw