You are lead by a masked man in black To an instrument of torture, the infamous rack Where this cruel man places you with evil intent And stretches you slowly, you feel pain intense
Once he has tired of his macabre game He leaves you weak, alone and lame But then appears your saviour in white He frees you and you clap your hands in delight
He then disappears and to your absolute dismay The masked man returns, he's come back your way And sadistically places you back on the rack Turning it ever so gently, until your back gives a crack
But again he tires of his twisted pleasure He leaves and is replaced by your white knight, what a treasure Who wondrously releases you from this relentless agony And again you clap your hands delightedly
But the masked man has not finished, he's back again He racks you, the man in white liberates you, it's an endless refrain One day, though, you notice with shock and surprise When the man in black's mask slips, he has the man in white's eyes
I am telling you this quaint little ditty Not because I want to appear witty But to help you understand all about the cigarette pack Certainly, it is the man in white, but it's also the man in black