Brixton Briefcase

I have my

Brixton briefcase, from across the pond

London's burning, but the beat the goes on

Feel my power, the electrical life

Real rude boys, own the town tonight

And we don't need no fighting, all these beautiful birds around

The liquor touch like lightning, as soon as the sun goes down

Turn it on

Oh, turn it on

Turn it on

Oh, turn it on

I got a Brixton briefcase,

Ministry of

Sound The walls between us, they could tear them down

It's a Brixton briefcase, that's such a sin

Blokes get spat on, they get a

Chelsea grin

Whoa, do you hear the chorus

Smile and sing along

Shake your arse for me, mamma

They're playing your favorite song

Turn it on

Oh, turn it on

Turn it on

Oh, turn it on

Worn off records, nothing soft

Turn it a bit louder, tell

Old Bill "**** off"

To all my family, and all my friends

Have to ride that train, or then wait to the ends

Oh, aren't you a nosy little neighbor, pretending to be posh

Burning the music won't save us, only a wine coloured citric wash

Get on Get it on, get on

Get it on

Turn it on

I got a Brixton briefcase

Feel my power

I got a Brixton briefcase

Feel my power