i have my brixton briefcase from across the pond london s burning but the beat the goes on feel my power the electric life real rudeboys own the town tonight and we don t need no fighting all these beautiful birds around the liquor touch like lightning as soon as the sun goes down turn it on oh turn it on turn it on oh turn it on i got a brixton briefcase ministry of sound the walls between us it ll tear them down it s a brixton briefcase is that such a sin blokes get spat on they get a chelsea grin whoa do you dance to the chorus smile and sing along shake your arse for me mamma they re playing your favourite song turn it on oh turn it on turn it on oh turn it on worn off records nothing soft turn it up louder tell old bill fuck off to all my family and all my friends have to ride that train on their way to the ends oh aren t you a nosy little neighbour pretending to be posh burning the music won t save us only a wine coloured citric wash  get on get it on get on get it on turn it on i got a brixton briefcase feel my power i got a brixton briefcase feel my power