I walked from my baby’s Brixton flat Into a riot I thought of maybe turning back Till things were quiet When all the buildings to be burned Had been burned And all the cars to overturn Were overturned
Outside the prison they were screen testing the free Open auditions for closed circuit T.V. Your baby brother would be there outside the jail Throwing bottles as the police sirens wailed And a love song might not be suitable, But you look beautiful tonight
Death and disaster only make me love you more The morning after the night that went before When the brains of Brixton with conflicting points of views Are outside The Ritzy on the local TV news
A love song might not be suitable But you look beautiful tonight And if you feel the same way as I feel Everything will be alright
I was thinking, Let’s forget about the car And do some late night drinking In a late night drinking bar It isn’t far, well it’s my local anyway I know the barman And there’s a small vocal P.A.
Now the insurance man has left you with the news That your third party fire and theft would be no use And I know a love song isn’t suitable or right But you look beautiful, beautiful tonight
And if you feel the same was as I feel Everything will be alright
Tonight, Big Brother is watching you And I am watching too I will watch over you Like a thunderbolt out of the blue Something told me it was true God created me and you And God created Brixton too Hallelujah! Praise the Lord! Tonight you can rest assured The Father, Son, The Holy Ghost and I Will love you more than most Tonight