(with simplified chords)

Em                            Am7
Daemon had just dropped by to pass the time
       D            C     Em
With a peaceful cigarette
   G                    Am7
Or maybe with a roll-up filter-tip
     D                 C   Em
He'd still not made it yet

Yes, went on down that old cafe
By the harbour for a little change of view
Took a seat next to the window
Like he would like to do

  C       Em
  Saw the fishing boats
      C
  The time children fighting over an ice-cream cone
        Am                    Em
  And a pack of Camels on the shelf and beach
                B
    Through the rings of smoke he'd blown

Chimney shadows of the factories
Grey walls across the floor
Telegraph-poles and sandy coves
Running down and alone to the shore

Yes, and the statue by the quayside
Of the lancer, once so proud and brave
All in remembrance of his heroic deeds
As he lies at peace in his grave

  Yes, in eighteen twenty-four
  Somebody had won a war for sure, he thought
  And there were flags and ribbons waving

              A              E              A            E
    There was feast and celebration, in the air cries of joys
             C               Am
    While outside by a steam-shovel
          F                    G
    Was a child playing with a toy
                    C    Am  F  G
    Cheap evening return
                    C    Am  F  G
    Cheap evening return
                    C    Am  F  G
    Cheap evening return

      Gm               Dm
      Yes, in nineteen thirty-four
          Bb
      Somebody had lost a war
  Am7 Em                       B
      There was trial and tribulation

Oh and the laundry lines with pants that dance
Shirts flying in the careless breeze
Overgrown garden-house, glass, doctor, leaves
Falling from the trees

Like merging into one, lemmings on the run
Perhaps should be somewhere else, who could
Slithering down the sky was candy floss
The child had tossed it up against the window pane

  And by nineteen something or other
  Yes somebody might like another war
  There could be nothin' left to fight for anymore

    There'll be feast and celebration, in the air cries of joy
    While outside by a little barrel
    Was a child playing with a toy
    Cheap evening return
    Cheap evening return
    Cheap evening return