UB40 lyrics - Guns In The Ghetto

Friendly Fire

Original and similar lyrics
We were partners in crime Spending our days, serving our time In the usual way We went behind the lines To even the score I won the battle but you won the war I used to be a gun for hire Then I was killed by friendly fire I used to be a real high flyer Then I was killed by friendly fire A shot rang out And knocked me flat Ain't no coming back from a lick like that I never saw it coming, it came out of the blue I never did believe my assassin would be you I got the message down the wire That I was killed by friendly fire I used to be a gun for hire Then I was killed by friendly fire We were partners in crime Spending our days, serving our time In the usual way We went behind the lines To even the score I won the battle but you won the war I used to be a gun for hire Then I was killed by friendly fire I used to be a real high flyer Then I was shot by friendly fire A shot rang out And knocked me flat Ain't no coming back from a lick like that I never saw it coming, it came out of the blue I never did believe my assasin would be you I got the message down the wire That I was killed by friendly fire I used to be a gun for hire Then I was killed by friendly fire

French Funk

Fury in the Slaughterhouse "Jau!"
we've got a brand new game with an age old name called birds and bees it's always been the same since the world began I know I play with fire and you're gasoline I'm your fool and you're my queen the one that I admire well we've reached the top and don't look back you took my heart and broke my neck ohh how I desire to die in your friendly fire to die in your friendly fire to die in your friendly fire well I want you girl and that's all I want I'll be the blitzkrieg tank at your bedroom front and I'll roll over your landmines in your little jungle I'll be the snake throwing the apples dive in your lake and I'll drink it dry well we've reached the point of no return we started a fire that will always burn oooh how I desire to die in your friendly fire to die in your friendly fire... well we've reached the point of no return we started a fire that will always burn oooh how I desire to die in your friendly fire to die in your friendly fire...

Friendly Fire

Fury in the Slaughterhouse "Mono"
We've got a brand new game with an age old name Called birds and bees it's always been the same Since the world began I know I play with fire and you're gasoline I'm your fool and you're my queen The on that I admire Well we've reached the top and don't look back You took my heart and broke my neck ooh how I desire To die in your friendly fire Well I want you girl and that's all I want I'll be the blitzkrieg tank at your bedroom front And I'll roll over your landmines In your little jungle I'll be the snake Throwing the apples dive in your lake And I'll drink it dry Well we've reached the point of no return We started a fire that will always burn oooh how I desire To die in your FRIENDLY FIRE

The End

GREENWHEEL "Soma Holiday"
Is anyone else awake? deaf ears on these words must fall dodging friendly fire, marksmanship inspires... The end that is never the end no difference between foe or friend blanks in the chamber, they'd have you believe with faces so sober trusting souls decieved Mouthless children, still promises they feed bullets softer, still we bleed dodging friendly fire, marksmanship inspires... The megaphone speaks, still pulses race and scream things will be quiet soon...

Roads To Moscow

AL STEWART "Past, Present & Future"
They crossed over the border the hour before dawn moving in lines through the day Most of our planes were destroyed on the ground where they lay Waiting for orders we held in the wood Word from the front never came By evening the sound of the gunfire was miles away I softly move through the shadows, slip away through the trees Crossing their lines in the mist in the fields on our hands and our knees And all that I ever Was able to see The fire in the air, glowing red Silhouetting the smoke on the breeze All summer they drove us back through the Ukraine Smolensk and Viasma soon fell By Autumn we stood with our backs to the town of Orel Closer and closer to Moscow they come Riding the wind like a bell General Guderian stands at the crest of the hill Winter brought with the rains, oceans of mud filled the roads Gluing the tracks of their tanks to the ground, while the skies filled with snow And all that I ever Was able to see The fire in the air, glowing red Silhouetting the snow on the breeze (Ah, Ah, Ah) [x4] (Ah, Ah, Ah) [all thru bridge] In the footsteps of Napoleon, the shadow figures stagger through the winter Falling back before the gates of Moscow, standing in the wings like an avenger And far away behind their lines, the partisans are stirring in the forest Coming unexpectedly upon their outpost, growing like a promise You'll never know, you'll never know, which way to turn, which way to look you'll never see us As we steal into the blackness of the night you'll never know, you'll never hear us And evening sings in a voice of amber, the dawn is surely coming The morning road leads to Stalingrad, and the sky is softly humming Two broken tigers on fire in the night Flicker their souls to the wind We wait in the lines for the final approach to begin It's been almost four years that I've carried a gun At home, it will almost be spring The flames of the tiger are lighting the road to Berlin I quickly move through the ruins that bow to the ground The old men and children they send out to face us, they can't slow us down And all that I ever Was able to see The eyes of the city are opening Now it's the end of a dream (Ah. Ah, Ah) [x4] (Ah, Ah, Ah) [thru this section] I'm coming home, I'm coming home , now you can taste it in the wind the war is over And I listen to the clicking of the train wheels as we roll across the border And now they ask about the time that i was caught behind their time and taken prisoner They only held me for a day, a lucky break i say They turn and listen closer I'll never know, I'll never know, why I was taken from the line with all the others to board a special train and journey deep into the heart of holy Russia And it's cold and damp in the transit camp and the air is still and sullen and the pale sun of October whispers the snow will soon be coming And I wonder when, I'll be home again and the morning answers never And the evening sighs and the steely, Russian skies go on, forever...

3 Verses

EMINEM "The Eminem Show"
I'm the illest rapper to hold a cordless Patrolling corners Looking for hookers to punch in the mouth with a roll of quarters I'm meaner in action Than Rosco beating James Tarteenyer () And smackin his back with vacuum cleaner attachments I grew up in the wild hood As a hazardous youth With a fucked up childhood That I used as an excuse And aint shit changed But kept the same mindstate Since the third time that I failed 9th grade You probably think that I'm a negative person don't be so sure of it I don't promote violence I just encourage it I laugh at the sight of death As I fall down a cement flight of steps And land inside a bed of spider webs So throw caution to the wind You and a friend Can jump off of a bridge and if you live, do it again Shit, why not Blow your brain out I'm blowing mine out Fuck it, you only live once you might as well die now It's only fair to warn I was born with a set of horns And metaphors attached to my damn umbulical cord Warlord of rap little bastard with a two by four board That smashed into your Honda Accord With a 4 door Ford But a more toward () droppin an accapella The choppa () fella The mozarella Worse than a hellacopta propella Got you locked in the cella With your skeleton showing Developing anorexia While I'm standin next to ya Eating a full course meal watching you starve to death With an IV in your veins Feeding you liquid darvicet Pumping you full of drugs Pull the plugs On the gunshot victims full of bullet slugs Who were picked up in an ambulance And driven To receiving with the asses ripped outta they pants And given A less than 20 percent chance Of living Have a possible placement It's a hospital patient Storing the dead bodies in grandma's little basement Doctor Kevorkian has arrived To perform an autopsy on you while you scream 'I'M STILL ALIVE!' Driving a rusty scalpel in through the top of your scalp And pulling your adams apple out through your mouth Better call the fire department I've hired a arson To set fire to carpet And burn up your entire apartment I'm a liar to start shit () Got your bitch wrapped around my dick So tight you need a crobar to pry her apart wit Met a retarded kid named Greg with a wooden leg Snatched it off and beat him over the fucking head with the peg Go to bed with the keg wake up with the 40 Mixed up with Alka Seltzer and Formula 44D Fuck an acid tab I'll strap the whole sheet to my forehead Wait until it absorbed in and fell to the floor dead No more said case closed end of discussion I'm blowin up like spontaneous human combustion Leaving you in the aftermath of holocaust and traumas Cross the bombas () We blowin up your house killing your parents and coming back to get your foster mommas And I'm as good at keeping a promise as Nostradamus Cause I aint making no more threats I'm doing drivebys in tinted Corvettes on Vietnam war vets I'm more or less sick in the head Maybe more cause I smoked crack () today, yesterday, and the day before sabbath Walk the block with a labrador Strapit more corral for war than El Salvador Foul style galore Verbal cow manure Coming together like the eyebrow on Al B. Sure

Was it funny? Share it with friends!