The tip of the cigarette

 There is truth at the tip of a cigarette

Which you cannot forget

Truth, truth for us all

At the tip of the cigarette

There are lies where it lies

between the index finger and the middle

But don't ignore it's like a door

On the tip of a cigarette

The truth it burns so hot

It burns down to forget-me-nots

It is the flower of the age

Of everything, everything we say

There is a truth of the cigarette

On the tip when you put it out

you find not regrets

The truth is on the tip

of the cigarette 

It is up to me to me to blow

away the cobwebs

The truth is gonna burn your fingers yet

It is coming down the line

It is burning up the paper

It is making you see fine

On the tip of a cigareete

You can etch it on the wall

You can stump it out at all

You can try to kill off the burning flame

But nobody will blame you

If you leave it there

If you never smoked it

It will still be smoking yet

And it settles like an ash on

Every last stash

And you can't get away from the smell

You can find, find the truth

At the tip of a cigarette

And you need it

Like you need life's proof

You can hold it in your fingers

Or you can hold it in your lips

But eventually it's gonna burn you

it's gonna burn you 

With its tip

So you better breath it in

And you better take within

Whatever truth you find, 

truth you find

Cos it's out of touch

And you can put it out in the Ash tray

You can leave out for the birds of prey

To find

Oh the truth is in the tip of the cigarette

It is burning for all to see

Burning in the darkness

When you haven't got a light

They will tell you

You've got something worth the fight

And it can get you through the night

The truth will get you through the night

Eventually you'll see the morning light