Tighten Up Vol. '88

歌詞

"Get aboard the last train to Skaville" A windmill stands in the city of spades The Effra River flows under Granville Arcade Old dogs in cold harbour have fond memories Remember the days, this was Viking country Natives blacks and werewolves, yeah, we got it all Every kind of exotic friut on the market stall Those drums keep on pounding Since they moved in down the street Cold wet surroundings The cops don't like the beat No no Cost of bread is rising, the area's run down They painted up the brickwork, they painted up the town While my brother dug the ramjam, I got flea-pit matinees And we'd catch the number 2, go up West for the day Tighten Up, volume 2, sound system bon march Roits on Jebb Avenue, down Marcus Garvey Way Those drums keep on pounding Since they moved in down the street Cold wet surroundings The cops don't like the beat No no A windmill stands in the city of spades The Effra River flows under Granville Arcade There's Christmas lights on Railton Road, it looks like Oxford Street If Santa's got electric goods, he'd better have receipts I got no airs and graces, always been this way After all I come from Brixton what else can I say "Just watching, calm down" "Oh, sweet Lord"