The Blades of Brixton are sharp and thin,

They can slice your face or cut through skin,

And as each blood-soaked day goes past,

We hear another’s breathed his last.

The Blades of Brixton are sharp and long,

As has been mentioned in this song,

There are so many – everywhere,

So, life is short – but they don’t care.

Life is cheap : but death is free,

There’s fights as far as you can see,

and everywhere is hate and crime,

All fuelled by rap and dub and grime.

They’re high as kites on coke and crack,

And no-one can bring dead youths back,

The body count goes on and on,

Another stabbed, another gone.

The Blades of Brixton are everywhere,

On street, and road and bridge and square,

We have no need of guns to slay,

Knives do the job in every way.