| Whiskey bottles, and brand new cars | 
| Oak tree you’re in my way | 
| There’s too much Coke and too much smoke | 
| Look what’s going on inside you | 
| Ooh, that smell | 
| Can’t you smell that smell | 
| Ooh, that smell | 
| The smell of death surrounds you | 
| Angel of darkness is upon you | 
| Stuck a needle in your arm | 
| So take another toke, have a blow for your nose | 
| One more drink fool, will drown you | 
| Ooh, that smell | 
| Can’t you smell that smell, Lord | 
| Ooh, that smell | 
| The smell of death surrounds you | 
| Now they call you Prince Charming | 
| Can’t speak a word when you’re full of 'ludes | 
| You’ll be all right come tomorrow | 
| Tomorrow might not be here for you | 
| Ooh, that smell | 
| Can’t you smell that smell, Lord | 
| Ooh, that smell | 
| The smell of death surrounds you | 
| Hey, you’re a fool you | 
| Stick them needles in your arms | 
| I know I’ve been there before | 
| One little problem that confronts you | 
| You got a monkey on your back | 
| Just one more fix, Lord might do the trick | 
| One hell of a price for you to get your kicks | 
| Ooh, that smell | 
| Can’t you smell that smell, Lord | 
| Ooh, that smell | 
| The smell of death surrounds you | 
| Ooh, that smell | 
| Can’t you smell that smell, Lord | 
| Ooh, that smell | 
| The smell of death surrounds you | 
| Hey, you’re a fool you | 
| Stick them needles in your arms | 
| You’re just a fool, just a fool, just a fool |