Goody Two Shoes
The Guns Of Brixton


Goody Two Shoes

With the heartbreak open
So much you can't hide
Put on a little makeup, makeup
Make sure they get your good side, good side
If the words unspoken get stuck in your throat
Send a treasure token, token
Write it on a pound note, pound note

Goody two, goody two
Goody, goody two shoes
Goody two, goody two
Goody, goody two shoes
You don't drink, don't smoke
What do you do?
You don't drink, don't smoke
What do you do?
The subtle innuendos follow
There must be something inside

We don't follow fashion
Now you know that would be a joke
You know we're gonna set them, set them
So ev'ryone can take note, take note
When I saw you kneeling
Crying words that you mean
Opening the eyeballs, eyeballs
Pretending that you're Al Green, Al Green

Goody two, goody two
Goody, goody two shoes
Goody two, goody two
Goody, goody two shoes
You don't drink, don't smoke
What do you do?
You don't drink, don't smoke
What do you do?
The subtle innuendos follow
There must be something inside

No one's gonna tell me
What's wrong and what's right
Or tell me who to eat with, sleep with
Or foul up on the big fight, big fight
Look out or they will tell you you're a superstar
Two weeks and you're an all time legend
I think the games have gone much too far

If the words unwritten get stuck in your throat
Send a treasure token, token
Write it on a pound note, pound note

Don't drink, don't smoke
What do you do
You don't drink, don't smoke
What do you do
The subtle innuendos follow
There must be something inside



The Guns Of Brixton

When they kick at your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on yoru head
Or on the trigger of your gun

When the law break in
How you gonna go?
Shot down on the pavement
Or waiting on death row

CHORUS
You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll never have to answer to
Oh-the guns of Brixton

The money feels good
And your life you like it well
But surely your time will come
As in heaven, as in hell

You see, he feels like Ivan
Born under the Brixton sun
His game is called survival
At the end of the harder they come

You know it means no mercy
They caught him with a gun
No need for the Black Maria
Goodbye to the Brixton sun

You can crush us
You can bruise us
Yes, even shoot us
But oh-the guns of Brixton