Slaves Cease Fire song lyrics

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 what you could have been

Sick from the nicotine coursing 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 now

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 now