Brixton Briefcase

[Verse 1]

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 rudeboys, 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

[Chorus 1]

Turn it on

Oh, turn it on

Turn it on

Oh, turn it on

[Verse 2]

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 spat on, they get a Chelsea grin

Whoa, do you dance to the chorus?

Smile and sing along

Shake your arse for me, mamma

They're playing your favourite song

[Chorus 1]

Turn it on

Oh, turn it on

Turn it on

Oh, turn it on

[Verse 3]

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 ends

Oh, aren't you a nosy little neighbour?

Pretending to be posh

Burning the music won't save us

Only a wine-coloured citric wash

[Chorus 2]

Get it on

Get on, get it on

Turn it on

Oh, turn it on

[Outro]

I got a Brixton briefcase

Feel my power

I got a Brixton briefcase

Feel my power