Heart On My Sleeve
Don't want no beef
But I'll take a butchers into town
They'll serve you up like meat
To the stray dogs
In the skate-park at sundown
Tarmac swells
Busts up right in the heat
There's no zebras here
But the crossings have an African beat
My friends in Brighton
Heather's on the back-burner
Weathervanes in flames
I guess the winds outta sight
Something evil's
Lurkin 'round that corner
It's a good thing I'm not wearing
Not wearing my heart on my Sleeve tonight
Scotch bonnets
Fire up the Callaloo
Heat and light break out
All the way along
Electric Avenue
A trains delayed
Young profs they start
To sweat and stare
Crack pushers lean
Back and yawn and
Play another game of chess
In Windrush square
My friends in Brighton
Heather's on the back-burner
Weathervanes in flames
I guess the winds outta sight
Something evil's
Lurkin 'round that corner
It's a good thing I'm not wearing
Not wearing my heart on my Sleeve tonight
Let he who is
Without sim cast the first phone
I'll take the path of the ancients
Under the choppers beam
Straight back home
The night is young
But it's forever growing old
Your hands an Autumn leaf
I'll touch it
Just before it falls
My friends in Brighton
Heather's on the back-burner
Weathervanes in flames
I guess the winds outta sight
Something evil's
Lurkin 'round that corner
It's a good thing I'm not wearing
Not wearing my heart on my Sleeve tonight
But I'll take a butchers into town
They'll serve you up like meat
To the stray dogs
In the skate-park at sundown
Tarmac swells
Busts up right in the heat
There's no zebras here
But the crossings have an African beat
My friends in Brighton
Heather's on the back-burner
Weathervanes in flames
I guess the winds outta sight
Something evil's
Lurkin 'round that corner
It's a good thing I'm not wearing
Not wearing my heart on my Sleeve tonight
Scotch bonnets
Fire up the Callaloo
Heat and light break out
All the way along
Electric Avenue
A trains delayed
Young profs they start
To sweat and stare
Crack pushers lean
Back and yawn and
Play another game of chess
In Windrush square
My friends in Brighton
Heather's on the back-burner
Weathervanes in flames
I guess the winds outta sight
Something evil's
Lurkin 'round that corner
It's a good thing I'm not wearing
Not wearing my heart on my Sleeve tonight
Let he who is
Without sim cast the first phone
I'll take the path of the ancients
Under the choppers beam
Straight back home
The night is young
But it's forever growing old
Your hands an Autumn leaf
I'll touch it
Just before it falls
My friends in Brighton
Heather's on the back-burner
Weathervanes in flames
I guess the winds outta sight
Something evil's
Lurkin 'round that corner
It's a good thing I'm not wearing
Not wearing my heart on my Sleeve tonight
Credits
Writer(s): Emily Taylor, Christopher James Dececio
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