| 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 |