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Lyrics
[Verse]
Bent over the gutter my throne for the night
Picking treasures from trash by the flickering light
Half a drag left or maybe a lie
Each puff is a gamble under the smoggy sky
[Chorus]
Cigarette butt blues it's a game I lose
When the filters are empty it burns my fuse
Searching for a spark in the ashtray's mess
Cigarette butt blues got me secondhand stressed
[Verse 2]
Found one with promise but it crumbled to dust
Like my last shred of hope like my trust in rust
The cherry's a phantom it mocks my despair
I light up the ghost but there's nothing there
[Prechorus]
Oh it burns burns my soul burns my pride
A smoker's roulette on this joyless ride
[Chorus]
Cigarette butt blues it's a joke that's cruel
Every stub's a reminder I'm a nicotine fool
Fingers stained yellow dreams gone grey
Cigarette butt blues ain't no lighter today
[Bridge]
Coughing up my dignity one puff at a time
Scraping for salvation in the gutter's grime
Ashes to ashes but where's the flame
This scavenger's circus got me feeling insane
Details
GeneratedNov 3, 2025
Duration3:35
LanguageEnglish
Style
grunge, heavy, lyrical, raw male vocals, distorted guitars
Credits
Prompt by
Sir_Lancer
Sir_LancerModelAria v5
Prompt
write a grunge song about picking cigarette butts and when there's not enough tobacco in them, how that burns your ass. make it heavy. lyrical and comical, male
