| I walked from my baby’s Brixton flat | 
| In to a riot | 
| I thought of maybe turning back | 
| Till things were quiet | 
| Till all the buildings to be burned | 
| Had been burned | 
| Till all the cars to overturn | 
| Were overturned | 
| Outside the prison | 
| They were screentesting the free | 
| Open auditions | 
| For closed-circuit TV | 
| Your baby brother would be there outside the jail | 
| Throwing bottles as the police sirens wail | 
| 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 view | 
| Are outside the Ritzy | 
| On the local TV news | 
| And 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 | 
| There’s a small vocal PA | 
| 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 way as I feel | 
| Everything will be alright… | 
| Tonight | 
| Big brother’s watching you | 
| And I am watching too | 
| I will watch over you (x2) | 
| Like a thunderbolt out of the blue | 
| Someone 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, and Holy Ghost | 
| Tonight will love you more than most | 
| Tonight! |