Trouble in town Because they cut my brother down Because my sister can't wear her crown There's trouble, there's trouble in town Blood on the beat (Oh-oh) Oh my goodness, there's blood on the beat Lore of the jungle or the law of the street There's blood on, there's blood on the beat
And I get no shelter And I get no peace And I never get relief
Trouble in town (Oh-oh) Because they hung my brother Brown Because their system just keep you down There's trouble, there's trouble in town
And I get no shelter And I get no peace And I just get more police, eh And I get no comfort And I get no name Everything is gettin' strained
Best friends What's that? What's his name? X (Standby, sir) Alright, is that X your middle name? Of course, it's on a vehicle ID, right? You gettin' smart? 'Cause you'll be in a fucking car with him I'm telling you Fucking smartass I'm asking you what the X is Is that your middle name? Of course, what is it? Don't come back with the "What is it? " fucking shit Talk to these fucking pigs on the street That way, you ain't talking to me that way I don't talk to nobody in the streets I don't hang with nobody Well then don't come to fucking Philadelphia Stay in Jersey I have family out here Everybody thinks they're a fucking lawyer And they don't know jackshit Are you supposed to grab me like this? Grab you up? I'll grab you any way I got to You're not protecting me while I'm trying While I'm trying to go to work Why don't you shut up?
Compositores: Guy Rupert Berryman (Coldplay), Christopher Anthony John Martin (A Martin), Jonathan Mark Buckland (Coldplay), William Champion (Coldplay) ECAD: Obra #24476861 Fonograma #21588668