CAIN ROSE UP (I Hate Menthols) - words & music by Nate Butler
I hate menthols, but if that's what you wanna smoke, then it's fine
I'll buy a different kind
If you leave 'em in my car, well, they'll last a while
But when it's right -- say, after two at night -- I'll bet they'll taste alright

Cain rose up and walked away
And all that money made in his name while he laid underground
Falls away from grace

I hate menthols; you can always tell, they're plain to see
Because the box is green
But I love to celebrate the differences between you and me
Hey, what a shock; it's after one o'clock
And I can barely talk

Cain rose up and walked away
And all that money made in his name while he laid underground
Falls away from grace

I hate menthols, but you left 'em in my car and took a cab
I'll bet you'll miss 'em, bad
You're not the only one who left my car, but I paid my tab
Walking home, I felt inside my coat ...
How'd I get your smokes?

Cain rose up and walked away
And all that money made in his name while he laid underground
Falls away from grace
Falls away from grace

I hate menthols ... but now they're mine
I hate menthols ... but now they're mine