really want to say. . Just stay-ay-ay, oh-oh-oh, don't go-oh. Stay-ay-ay, oh-oh-oh, don't go-oh. . Remember when you called me up?. I was on my way to Brixton. You told me I should listen up,. Yeah
waiting in death row You can crush us. You can bruise us. But you'll have to answer to. Oh, guns of Brixton The money feels good. And your life you like it well. But surely your time will come. As in
They hear my Brixton briefcase from across the pond. London's burning but the beat goes on. Feel my power, the electrical life. Real rude boys own the town tonight We don't need no fighting, all