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