Slaves - Cease Fire | Текст песни

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[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 where you could have been
Sick from the nicotine clotting 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

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