We sell a product which destroys lives
But we don’t care, even if those very same knives
Kill us too, give us cancer in the mouth
Cancer in the east, in the west and in the south
Kill our mothers, sisters, fathers, brothers, aunts
We can’t go against our company, we simply can’t
Our shareholders’ dividends, that is our top priority
Not our very own lives and those of our family tree
We’re simply programmed to promote tobacco
That’s all we think and that’s all we know
We don’t care about something as trivial as people’s lives
It’s selling tobacco which really makes us jive
We sell it to the rich, we sell it to the poor
We sell it to the young, we sell it off the floor
We’re tobacco sellers, get out of our way
We’re tobacco sellers until our very last day
(Sydney, Australia 2007)
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