[Verse 1]

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

[Chorus]

You, cease fire

You, cease fire

Do it now

You, cease fire

You, cease fire

Come on, kick it down

[Verse 2]

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

[Chorus]

You, cease fire

You, cease fire

Do it now

You, cease fire

Yeah, you, cease fire

Come on, kick it down