Guns of Navarone - Freddie Notes & The Rudies

You are going to have to lie to me. You are going to have to lie to me. I've been breathing in since I don't when, I didn't know anything. I didn't know anything, didn't know what to say. If I stayed out of sight, and the lion slept all night. Just terrified. And the guns of navarone, Sticks and stones could break my skin and bones The guns of navarone The guns of navarone You are going to have to lie to me. When you have to have, even your bones go bad, And you don't look back. The guns of navarone, Sticks and stones could break my skin and bones The guns of navarone The guns of navarone You can win instantly, All that time on your hands so carelessly The guns of navarone, Sticks and stones could break my skin and bones The guns of navarone Sticks and stones could break my skin and bones The guns of navarone The guns of navarone

When they kick at your front door How you gonna come? With your hands on your head Or on the trigger of your gun When the law break in How you gonna go? Shot down on the pavement Or waiting on death row You can crush us You can bruise us But you'll have to answer to Oh, the guns of Brixton The money feels good And your life you like it well But surely your time will come As in heaven, as in hell You see, he feels like Ivan Born under the Brixton sun His game is called survivin' At the end of the harder they come You know it means no mercy They caught him with a gun No need for the Black Maria Goodbye to the Brixton sun You can crush us You can bruise us But you'll have to answer to Oh, the guns of Brixton When they kick at your front door How you gonna come? With your hands on your head Or on the trigger of your gun You can crush us You can bruise us You can even shoot us Oh, the guns of Brixton Shot down on the pavement Waiting in death row His game is called survivin' As in heaven as in hell You can crush us You can bruise us But you'll have to answer to Oh, the guns of Brixton Oh, the guns of Brixton Oh, the guns of Brixton Oh, the guns of Brixton Oh, the guns of Brixton

When they kick out your front door How you gonna come? With your hands on your head Or on the trigger of your gun When the law break in How you gonna go? Shot down on the pavement Or waiting in death row You can crush us You can bruise us But you'll have to answer to Oh, guns of Brixton The money feels good And your life you like it well But surely your time will come As in heaven, as in hell You see, he feels like Ivan Born under the Brixton sun His game is called survivin' At the end of the harder they come You know it means no mercy They caught him with a gun No need for the Black Maria Goodbye to the Brixton sun You can crush us You can bruise us But you'll have to answer to Oh, the guns of Brixton When they kick out your front door How you gonna come? With your hands on your head Or on the trigger of your gun You can crush us You can bruise us And even shoot us But oh, the guns of Brixton Shot down on the pavement Waiting in death row His game was survivin' As in heaven as in hell You can crush us You can bruise us But you'll have to answer to Oh, the guns of Brixton Oh, the guns of Brixton Oh, the guns of Brixton Oh, the guns of Brixton Oh, the guns of Brixton

Vern'll meet me when the Boeing land Keys in the M.G. will be in his hands Just do the driving and I'm on my way Sun on the right side of Montego Bay Sing out Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh Come sing me, lad Come sing me Montego Bay Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh 'N' Gordie'll meet me like a brother would I think I remember 'cause it's twice as good Like how cool the rum is from a silver tray Thirst to be thirsty in Montego Bay Sing out Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh Come sing me, lad Come sing me Montego Bay Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh Late in the night we'll turn the lobster red I still feel the motion in at home in bed I tell you it's hard for me to stay away Do anything 'til you been down Montego Bay Tea? Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh Come sing me, lad Come sing me Montego Bay Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh