I'm going down to Texas
To find my way home
And when you're out in the desert
You better put your boots on

So I took my horse
And began to ride
Trough the dusk of Texas
To find my mind

Riding deep in the sand
A simple man stopped me to say
Tobacco from Texas
How many do you want for you?

Wake up

I opened my eyes and found myself restrained
I'm tied to this bed with a tube in my vein

I can't hear a thing while I'm feeling such pain
What used to be me is now just my remains

I lived all my eye life having nothing to lose
So the end of it all be the one that I choose

Where is my smoke?
Where is my smoke?
Where is my smoke?
Where is my smoke?

I'm gonna die!
I'm gonna die!
I'm gonna die!
I'm gonna die!