Allow me my vices. br I’m no saint and I ain’t no angel br and many of my friends live in hell, br so I might as well pay them a visit. br br Allow me my vices. br Spare me the advice, I ain’t wise br and I love my booze, my fags, my ice, br so preach elsewhere your sermons bro. br br Allow me my vices. br You are barking at your own voice. br If you seek salvation, you have a choice, br I myself gonna buy it from Amber Leaf. br br Allow me my vices. br It suffices to say I don’t give a toss br about some health benefits or money loss, br my sign is cancer and I will honour it. br br Allow me my vices. br Stop commenting about my cough. br In short, chill out, let me be, and bugger off br and allow me my bloody vices.