Song | Friendly Fire |
Artist | UB40 |
Album | Guns In The Ghetto |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Lyrics:Ub40 Music:Ub40 | |
We were partners in crime | |
Spending our days, serving our time | |
In the usual way | |
We went behind the lines | |
To even the score | |
I won the battle but you won the war | |
I used to be a gun for hire | |
Then I was killed by friendly fire | |
I used to be a real high flyer | |
Then I was killed by friendly fire | |
A shot rang out | |
And knocked me flat | |
Ain't no coming back from a lick like that | |
I never saw it coming, it came out of the blue | |
I never did believe my assassin would be you | |
I got the message down the wire | |
That I was killed by friendly fire | |
I used to be a gun for hire | |
Then I was killed by friendly fire | |
We were partners in crime | |
Spending our days, serving our time | |
In the usual way | |
We went behind the lines | |
To even the score | |
I won the battle but you won the war | |
I used to be a gun for hire | |
Then I was killed by friendly fire | |
I used to be a real high flyer | |
Then I was shot by friendly fire | |
A shot rang out | |
And knocked me flat | |
Ain't no coming back from a lick like that | |
I never saw it coming, it came out of the blue | |
I never did believe my assasin would be you | |
I got the message down the wire | |
That I was killed by friendly fire | |
I used to be a gun for hire | |
Then I was killed by friendly fire |
Lyrics: Ub40 Music: Ub40 | |
We were partners in crime | |
Spending our days, serving our time | |
In the usual way | |
We went behind the lines | |
To even the score | |
I won the battle but you won the war | |
I used to be a gun for hire | |
Then I was killed by friendly fire | |
I used to be a real high flyer | |
Then I was killed by friendly fire | |
A shot rang out | |
And knocked me flat | |
Ain' t no coming back from a lick like that | |
I never saw it coming, it came out of the blue | |
I never did believe my assassin would be you | |
I got the message down the wire | |
That I was killed by friendly fire | |
I used to be a gun for hire | |
Then I was killed by friendly fire | |
We were partners in crime | |
Spending our days, serving our time | |
In the usual way | |
We went behind the lines | |
To even the score | |
I won the battle but you won the war | |
I used to be a gun for hire | |
Then I was killed by friendly fire | |
I used to be a real high flyer | |
Then I was shot by friendly fire | |
A shot rang out | |
And knocked me flat | |
Ain' t no coming back from a lick like that | |
I never saw it coming, it came out of the blue | |
I never did believe my assasin would be you | |
I got the message down the wire | |
That I was killed by friendly fire | |
I used to be a gun for hire | |
Then I was killed by friendly fire |
Lyrics: Ub40 Music: Ub40 | |
We were partners in crime | |
Spending our days, serving our time | |
In the usual way | |
We went behind the lines | |
To even the score | |
I won the battle but you won the war | |
I used to be a gun for hire | |
Then I was killed by friendly fire | |
I used to be a real high flyer | |
Then I was killed by friendly fire | |
A shot rang out | |
And knocked me flat | |
Ain' t no coming back from a lick like that | |
I never saw it coming, it came out of the blue | |
I never did believe my assassin would be you | |
I got the message down the wire | |
That I was killed by friendly fire | |
I used to be a gun for hire | |
Then I was killed by friendly fire | |
We were partners in crime | |
Spending our days, serving our time | |
In the usual way | |
We went behind the lines | |
To even the score | |
I won the battle but you won the war | |
I used to be a gun for hire | |
Then I was killed by friendly fire | |
I used to be a real high flyer | |
Then I was shot by friendly fire | |
A shot rang out | |
And knocked me flat | |
Ain' t no coming back from a lick like that | |
I never saw it coming, it came out of the blue | |
I never did believe my assasin would be you | |
I got the message down the wire | |
That I was killed by friendly fire | |
I used to be a gun for hire | |
Then I was killed by friendly fire |