Royal Artillery

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