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