I walked from my baby’s [[Brixton]] flat\\
Into a riot\\
I thought of maybe turning back\\
Till things were quiet\\
When all the buildings to be burned\\
Had been burned\\
And all the cars to overturn\\
Were overturned\\
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Outside the prison they were screen testing the free\\
Open auditions for closed circuit T.V.\\
Your baby brother would be there outside the jail\\
Throwing bottles as the police sirens wailed\\
And a love song might not be suitable\\
But you look beautiful tonight\\
\\
Death and disaster only make me love you more\\
The morning after the night that went before\\
When the [[brains of Brixton]] with conflicting points of views\\
Are outside [[The Ritzy]] on the local TV news\\
\\
A love song might not be suitable\\
But you look beautiful tonight\\
And if you feel the same way as I feel\\
Everything will be alright\\
\\
I was thinking,\\
Let’s forget about the car\\
And do some late night drinking\\
In a late night drinking bar\\
It isn’t far, well it’s my local anyway\\
I know the barman\\
And there’s a small vocal P.A.\\
\\
Now the insurance man has left you with the news\\
That your third party fire and theft would be no use\\
And I know a love song isn’t suitable or right\\
But you look beautiful, beautiful tonight\\
\\
And if you feel the same way as I feel\\
Everything will be alright\\
\\
Tonight, Big Brother is watching you\\
And I am watching too\\
I will watch over you\\
Like a thunderbolt out of the blue\\
Something told me it was true\\
God created me and you\\
And God created Brixton too\\
Hallelujah!\\
Praise the Lord!\\
Tonight you can rest assured\\
The Father, Son, The Holy Ghost and I\\
Will love you more than most\\
Tonight\\