Sun goes down and death warms up
Battle grounds are found
Give up on common ground

Light it up and burn it down

Sun goes down and death warms up

Picking scabs and keeping score
Cover up the morning sores
One thousand cigarettes..

One more... More, More, More.

One thousand cigarettes and counting

No better way to kill an evening

Sun goes down and death warms up

Battle grounds are found
On the rocks and battered down, down, down


I'm sending you're Royal Artillery