Lyrics:
Run get the fire brigade
Run get the fire brigade
Well there's panic in the city
Well that's something that we feel
We're shooting up on everything
(bass)
Chester thompson (drums)
Hallo! hello!
Hello!
Is this room service?
Hello?
Hallo?
Is this room service at the hotel leningrad?
Oh, oh, oh,
..Run get the fire brigade...
There's panic in the city
It's something that we feel
We're shooting up on everything...
Cus everything is real
Why
Life as a christian be kinda tough
Throwing on my poker face, hope they don't call my bluff
Lord I've had enough, continue to put my trust in all
rocking This Christian Dior
Nixxa we came from the trenches we straught out the north use to post by the store
Binkin and buckin we juggin and service da
Now, bonfire night it was a sight
The bonfire, how it blazed
Nearly set the street alight
So they called the fire brigade
The fire brigade got busy
But
Every day was a Christian holiday
We heard each other when we prayed in our own way
Wait up, wait for me
I've had enough of being young and free
starting to forget what people look like
Good thing it's my service day
They're on the way!
Hell yeah it's my service day
They're on the way!
I'm feeling
Suit up, Suit up boot up, Boot up
Bruiser Bruiser Bruiser Bruiser
Bruiser Brigade
Bruiser Bruiser Bruiser Bruiser
Bruiser Brigade
Suit up boot up in
the service of the Lord
Let us kneel and pray in the old-time way
Let us kneel and pray in the old-time way
Let us kneel and pray in the old-time way
He will
an addition there's no brigade out when you dig deep
Gripping it like a shoelace
That I've untied
I've been running
I've been impatient
I've been
an addition there’s no brigade out
When you dig deep
Gripping it like a shoelace
That I've untied i’ve been running
I’ve been impatient i’ve been unmodified
the christians were split
The black masks were charging
The last line was drawn
The enemies advancing but they were not alone
The army elite, the 8th brigade
Satan's Terror Brigade
Christian culture put to an end
Satan will rise and crush the land
We by his side full of honour and pride
I am your servant in this
at seventeen to join my first brigade
Many years ago
And I chanced upon a farmhouse where the woman took me in
She gave me food and wine she gave me
at seventeen to join my first brigade
Many years ago
And I chanced upon a farmhouse where the woman took me in
She gave me food and wine she gave me
at seventeen to join my first brigade
Many years ago
And I chanced upon a farmhouse where the woman took me in
She gave me food and wine she gave me
of the Lord, you fit come hold Sunday service
I'm a Mobile Shrine
In the spirit realm na me dey POP, like say I just finish service
I'm a Mobile Shrine
I talk
brigade
Special One, CMG, Guerrilla Funk, we raid
Blaze through the competition and we all get paid
But keep it revolutionary each and every day .
Tu m'as rendu un mauvais service
T'inquiète pas baby, tu me le rendra
Cœur noir, meurtri
Cœur noir, insensible
C'est à cause de toi, que je suis comme
Viens à Ibiza, au Pénitent,
Tu te prends pour 1 sauvage implique
La brigade canine me tombe te casse, te pique.
Les juges sont occupés à libérer les
The kingdom and His righteousness
I'll gonna, run this Christian walk
And I will
Get my just reward
Grandma said 99 1/2 won't do
So going to church on Sunday
as soon as I live out the store
Even though momma, she raised me a catholic, I’m praising that Christian Dior
You gotta cut me commission for services my
about digits
Keep my shit close, I don't play about my business
Crossing me twice take your life, I'm not Christian
Life on the line, on the west with my
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