| Song | The Last Cigarette |
| Artist | Ed Harcourt |
| Album | The Beautiful Lie |
| 作曲 : 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 |
| zuò qǔ : Harcourt | |
| Found his memoirs in an old junk shop | |
| Dated from 1916 | |
| Sentenced to death while still shellshocked | |
| 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 |