Brixton Briefcase Songtext
von Chase & Status feat. Cee Lo Green
Brixton Briefcase Songtext
Hear my Brixton briefcase
From across the pond
London′s burning
But the beat goes on
Feel my power
The electric life
The railroad boys
On the town tonight
We don't need no fighting
All these beautiful birds around
Lick our tires like lightning
As soon as the sun goes down
Turn it on, hey
Oh, turn it on, hey
Turn it on, hey
Oh, turn it on, hey
Got a Brixton briefcase
Ministry of sound
The walls between us
It will tear them down
It′s a Brixton briefcase
Is that such a sin?
Blokes get battered
Making a Chelsea grin
Oh, do your dance for me, Morris
Smile and sing along
Shake your arse for me, mama
They're playing your favourite song
Turn it on, hey
Oh, turn it on, hey
Turn it on, hey
Oh, turn it on, hey
All rough records
Nothing soft
Turn it up louder
Tell old Bill to fuck off
All my family
All my friends
Had to ride that train
All the way to the ends
Oh, look to your naughty little neighbour
Pretending to be posh
Maybe the music can save us
Only a wanker would sit and watch
Get it on, hey
Get on and get it on, hey
Turn it on
Oh, turn it on, hey
I got my Brixton briefcase
Feel my power
I got my Brixton briefcase
Feel my power
From across the pond
London′s burning
But the beat goes on
Feel my power
The electric life
The railroad boys
On the town tonight
We don't need no fighting
All these beautiful birds around
Lick our tires like lightning
As soon as the sun goes down
Turn it on, hey
Oh, turn it on, hey
Turn it on, hey
Oh, turn it on, hey
Got a Brixton briefcase
Ministry of sound
The walls between us
It will tear them down
It′s a Brixton briefcase
Is that such a sin?
Blokes get battered
Making a Chelsea grin
Oh, do your dance for me, Morris
Smile and sing along
Shake your arse for me, mama
They're playing your favourite song
Turn it on, hey
Oh, turn it on, hey
Turn it on, hey
Oh, turn it on, hey
All rough records
Nothing soft
Turn it up louder
Tell old Bill to fuck off
All my family
All my friends
Had to ride that train
All the way to the ends
Oh, look to your naughty little neighbour
Pretending to be posh
Maybe the music can save us
Only a wanker would sit and watch
Get it on, hey
Get on and get it on, hey
Turn it on
Oh, turn it on, hey
I got my Brixton briefcase
Feel my power
I got my Brixton briefcase
Feel my power
Writer(s): William Frederick Kennard, Saul Gregory Milton, Rick Knowles, Thomas Decarlo Callaway Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com