Packet of fags and a dirty magazine Staring, no expression, at the television screen Sitting on your armchair rolling up a cigarette Thinking 'bout what you'd have done and where you could have been Sick from the nicotine clotting my veins By mealtime come, I'm losing my brains
You! Cease fire You! Cease fire Do it now You! Cease fire You! Cease fire Come on, kick it down
Break your habit, gotta break the chain Douse the fire, I'll put out the flame Across the desert lies a promised land You and your fame walk hand in hand Write your name with a stick in the dirt Let the smokescreen come and cover the words up
You! Cease fire You! Cease fire Do it now You! Cease fire Yeah, you! Cease fire Come on, kick it downTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
