Letra de Brixton Briefcase
I have my Brixton briefcase, from across the pond London's burning, but the beat the goes on Feel my power, the electric life Real rude boys, own the town tonightAnd we don't need, no fighting All these beautiful birds around The liquor touch like lightning As soon as the sun goes downTurn it on (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa) (Whoa, whoa, whoa) Oh, turn it on (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa) (Whoa, whoa, whoa)Turn it on (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa) (Whoa, whoa, whoa) Oh, turn it on (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa) (Whoa, whoa, whoa)I got a Brixton briefcase, ministry of sound The walls between us, it'll tear them down It's a Brixton briefcase, is that such a sin? Blokes get pat on, they get a Chelsea grinOh, do your dance for the chorus Smile and sing along Shake your ass for me, mama They're playing your favorite songTurn it on (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa) (Whoa, whoa, whoa) Oh, turn it on (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa) Hey (whoa, whoa, whoa)Turn it on (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa) (Whoa, whoa, whoa) Oh, turn it on (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa) (Whoa, whoa, whoa)Worn off records, nothing soft Turn it up louder, tell old Bill, "Fuck off" To all my family, and all my friends Have to ride that train, on their way to the endsOh, aren't you a nosy little neighbor? Pretending to be posh Burning the music won't save us Only a wine-colored citric washGet it on (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa) (Whoa, whoa, whoa) Get up, get it on (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa) (Whoa, whoa, whoa)Get it on (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa) (Whoa, whoa, whoa) Oh, turn it on (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa) (Whoa, whoa, whoa)I've got a Brixton briefcase Feel my power A Brixton briefcase F-f-feel my power