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"It ain't my fault it's 6 'o'clock in the morning", he said as he came up out of the night When he found I had no coins to bum, he began to testify Born in a depression Born out of good luck Born into misery in the back of a truck I'm telling you this mister, "Don't be put off by looks I been in the ring and I took those right hooks" Oh, the loneliness You used to knock me out harder than the rest And I've worked for breakfast and I ain't had no lunch I been on delivery and received every punch And suddenly I noticed that it weren't quite the same Feel different one morning Maybe it was the rain But everywhere I looked all over the city, they're runnin' in an out of the bars And someone stopped for a pick-up, driving one of those cars Ya see, I always wanted one of those cars Long black and shiny and pull up to the bars Honk your horn, put down your windows Push another button and hear it coming in You can say, I can see the light Oh, I can see the light Roll forward Drive Green lights Green lights Intersection city Coming Running Comeback home I run back Not that strong now Oh Yeah Yes, who's there now? Can I help you? Calling intel Station light tonight Did you put your money in? Did you put your money in? Yes, I put it in Yes, I put it in Knock out See the light Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Go trophy It say, "Go" I say, "Go" She say, "Go" So we say, "Go" 'Cause I can see the light All night Tonight This night Right now Coming on Coming on Forward motion Across the ocean and up the hills Yeah boys, let's strike for the hills while that petrol tank is full Gimme a push Gimme a pull Gimme a llama Gimme a mule Gimme a donkey or gimme a horse Down the avenue Down the avenue So fine In time In style When they kick at your front door, how you gonna come, with your hands on your head or on the trigger of your gun? When the law break in, shot down on the pavement or blowing in the wind? You can crush us, you can bruise us Oh, the guns of Brixton Oh, the guns of Brixton When they kick at your front door, how you gonna go, with your hands on your head or on the trigger of your gun? When the law break in, shot down on the pavement or blowing in the wind? You can crush us, you can bruise us Oh, the guns of Brixton Oh, the guns of Brixton That's enough now I'm tiered of singing
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