Lyrics

The Smoke Police ? D.Chopin/ L.Neesham

?Twas on the twelve of never in a town of no concern
The hour was morn the creeping dawn declared the day begun
A time when John enjoyed a smoke a final taste of peace
Before the wailing of the sirens hailed the morning shift
But as he dragged a lung full to appease his craving heart
A rough hand grabbed him by the shoulder an Agent of the law
?John I?m arresting you right now and you don?t have to talk,
But anything you say I?ll twist and use before the courts!"

I, I don?t have to take this
Why, It doesn?t have to be like this
I, I don?t Have to take this, I don?t have to take this
I?ve got to find a way before I have to face the Smoke Police

In chains poor John was dragged and charged with crimes against the state
A danger to the public good and nicotine intake
Of Conspiracy and Genocide of Arson, ?What the hell,
You will be charged with Murder one and Littering as well?
They threw him in a prison while waiting to be tried
Was kept on bread and water, they set his bail too high
Locked up with Jack the Razor a notorious reprobate
Who armed him with a cigarette as his last means of escape

Ref:

John stood before the Magistrate the cigarette in hand
A box of matches at the ready and these where his demands
I?ll strike a light, you?ll die of fright, I?ll fumigate you all
I?ll passively intoxicate the Jury and the Lords
The Voyeurs in the Gallery did not react at all
Smirking, the Judge and Advocates ignored the threatening call
As secret smokers one and all they did not fear the weed
And sentenced John to die to pay for all their evil deeds

Ref.

Standing upon the Gallows, John made a last request
?I beg you to please let me have a final cigarette?
Reluctantly the Judge agreed, as did the Magistrate
But as they choked upon the smoke John made good his escape
He ran for maybe 30 Yards but then ran out of breath
?Oh Curse the demon weed? he cried ?and curse my failing health?
They dragged him back to face the noose the Hangman had prepared
But John had died of Cancer and collapsed upon the stairs
?Oh woe? they cried ?The selfish one! He?s spoiled all our fun?
And home they went in discontent into the setting sun.