Black tobacco, cracked skin. black tobacco.
Black tobacco, cracked skin. black tobacco.

Black tobacco guides a boats hull-
take sail, lead 'em away-
to find a foreign plant-
he can grow enlightened to.

Soul of a mad crocodile-
as he jumps from island to isle-
as he fills up his hollow lungs,
with a tree and fire soup.

Tobacco. O!
Tobacco. O!

Black tobacco paints a man's skin,
burnt oil will never begin,
to hide his manic grin,
now he's taking off his clothes.

Hairy torso and a shaved head-
dress like an animal, the buddha said.
Grab him by the copper ring-
hanging from his nose.

Run! While you live, the mountain stays green,
the alchemist keeps turning the dirt into gold.
Run! While you live, the madman stays lean,
his yellow teeth keep chewing his spit into gold.

Johnny Outdoors is gonna get black tobacco in his throat- he's a big pig at heart.

Tobacco, O!
Tobacco, O!

Black tobacco, cracked skin, black tobacco, O!
Black tobacco hang in your throat, tobacco hang in your throat. Black tobacco!

Black tobacco gives a mans sight,
burn up and give him the might-
to climb the mountaintop,
and shout his barbaric cry.

Smoke billows out when he yells,
thunder clappin’ like hell-
when his ego flakes and rises up,
up into the sky.

Tobacco, O!
Tobacco, O!