Ooh, Marlboro man
Everything seems to go wrong all the time
I'm feeling so tired
Tired of the dreams I see every night
"Well I've got a stress solution
I can put you down gently
Hold you in my lonely arms
'Til you feel nothing
Oh you feel nothing"
Ooh, Marlboro man
How could you dig all the things that I like?
You follow me round, you help me make friends
You're such a swell guy
But now my bones creak and my blood is broke
Like my bank account
But I know I'll feel better, long as I keep
My old friend around
'Cause he's got a stress solution
He can put me down gently
Hold me in his lonely arms
'Til I feel nothing
Oh I feel nothing
Oh I feel nothing
Oh I feel nothing