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 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 down2
['kent indie', 'modern alternative rock', 'modern rock']