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  • 作曲 : Ed Harcourt
    Found his memoirs in an old junk shop
    Dated from 1916
    Sentenced to death while still shell-shocked
    For deserting the infantry
    Blindfold on and one step back
    No need to get upset
    Don't be hasty with the trigger boys
    Let him smoke his one last cigarette

    Down in the hospital on the 9th ward
    An old man scratches his head
    Reaching into his bedside drawer
    He waits 'til the nurse is downstairs
    'I'm nearly cured I've been so brave
    And there's no need to fret
    I'm gonna really quit this time
    Let me smoke my one last cigarette'

    Straight as a corkscrew
    As bright as the night
    Blind to the horror
    Blind to the very horror of this sorry life

    The awkward girl with a broken heart
    Smashes her mirror until it fractures
    Leaning down she picks up a shard
    And ponders to question her actions
    A selfish act, she's full aware
    But the best one she's done yet
    With tired eyes and steady hands
    She'll smoke her one last cigarette

    Straight as a corkscrew
    As bright as the night
    Blind to the horror
    Blind to the very horror of this sorry life
  • 作曲 : Ed Harcourt
    Found his memoirs in an old junk shop
    Dated from 1916
    Sentenced to death while still shell-shocked
    For deserting the infantry
    Blindfold on and one step back
    No need to get upset
    Don't be hasty with the trigger boys
    Let him smoke his one last cigarette

    Down in the hospital on the 9th ward
    An old man scratches his head
    Reaching into his bedside drawer
    He waits 'til the nurse is downstairs
    'I'm nearly cured I've been so brave
    And there's no need to fret
    I'm gonna really quit this time
    Let me smoke my one last cigarette'

    Straight as a corkscrew
    As bright as the night
    Blind to the horror
    Blind to the very horror of this sorry life

    The awkward girl with a broken heart
    Smashes her mirror until it fractures
    Leaning down she picks up a shard
    And ponders to question her actions
    A selfish act, she's full aware
    But the best one she's done yet
    With tired eyes and steady hands
    She'll smoke her one last cigarette

    Straight as a corkscrew
    As bright as the night
    Blind to the horror
    Blind to the very horror of this sorry life