Band: Woodbox Gang
Album: Trashcan Americana
First Rate Smokes
VERSE 1
My name is Seymour Green
I m an honest business man
I make First Rate Smokes
From a warehouse in my van
I ve had some troubles
With the EPA
I change my company name
Every other day
I hire out workers
From Kentucky factories
Who spend their days working for
R.J. Reynolds Industries
They find me in the parking lot
When the factory whistle blows
And we roll up all the tobacco
That gets stuck between their toes
Chorus
Take off your shoes
It s time to go to work
It s 3am and we re setting up shop
Take off your socks
Start scraping those nails
If the ATF discovers us
It s GPCs from jail
VERSE 2
I m in cahoots with some Canucks
Just above the borderline
They package all my products
With cute logos and designs
I distribute to truck stops
And small town liquor stores
They buy cases of cartons
And call me up for more
VERSE 3
Thrifty smokers don t mind
Where their cigarettes are from
All they really want
Is smoke and tar in their lungs
So if you ever buy a pack
Of First Rate Smokes
You know the tar won t kill you
But the smell will make you choke