The Fiery Furnaces Smelling Cigarettes Lyrics

Very much vodka and too much tequila:
those are the ways I learned to deal
Across against the light
and the sleet scalds my sight,
stunned I stayed put and a billboard truck runs over my foot

So things are really hopping
and my unemployment's stopping
and my kitty cat's copping
and I need to forget
So I go to the window and smell a cigarette

Now I'm in the clutches of my crutches
I'm laid up, and I sip from my cup, and I look outside
And I see Christopher Hyde -who just got divorced,
and there's a restraining order enforced
going in his ex-wife's garage
I'm just drunk enough to open the window, yell out gruff:

"Don't you key that brand-new Camry"
And he gave me the cursor
"d___", returning to the spot he was,
"Mind your own business you!"
And I wag my finger,
"You're not doing what you're supposed to do"
And then he's coming toward me,
and I took a swig of my tequila 'cause it made me feel a little nervous
as he started across against the light:
but he didn't look to his right as he didn't stay put
And a billboard truck came and ran over his foot
And the cops responding called out to me,
"Hey is this your cat?"
"Yeah, but sometimes it forgets"
Ah, wait a minute!
I gonna come out there and smell a couple a cigarettes

Don't you hurry, worry with me
Don't you hurry, worry with me
Don't you hurry, worry with me
I'm gonna pack up your eyes with sand
if you tell me that again,
if you tell me that again,
if you tell me that again
I'm gonna pack up your eyes with sand
if you tell me you've been broke,
if you tell me you've been broke,
if you tell me you've been broke
I'm gonna pack up your eyes with sand
if you tell me that again,
if you tell me that again,
if you tell me that again,
I'm gonna pack up your eyes with sand

Don't you hurry, worry with me
Don't you hurry, worry with me
Don't you hurry, worry with me
Don't you hurry, worry with me
I'm gonna pack up your eyes with sand,
I'm gonna pack up your eyes with sand,
I'm gonna pack up your eyes with sand
You better close your eyes,
cause I'm about to pack 'em up with sand