Birmingham

I killed a lot of men
 I've been in war over the ocean
 Watching horses die doesn't make me feel anything
 But I've come back for more
 Making money through the back door
 Razorblades in my peaky hat
 Everyone is scared of me
 We own Birmingham, but that's far from enough
 London city, they all look pretty, but it is not for long
 They put bombs in our cars
 So we tear them apart
 It's alright if you're a friend or family.
 Amen!
 We're the peaky blinders
 Ain't alright to say no
 We're the sons of violence
 Grab your stuff and go
 We got the coppers
 They think we're fuckers, but in the meantime we are fair
 Betting horses, they race the track here, but we fix it all the time
 Against the Jews, Italians, Gypsy kings, shady government
 It's alright if you're a friend or family.
 Amen!
 We're the peaky blinders
 Ain't alright to say no
 We're the sons of violence
 Grab your stuff and go
 Grab your stuff and go now
 Grab your stuff and go
 Grab your stuff and go now
 alright, yeah
 We put snow in our nose, drinking blends, and we're smoking
 We put snow in our nose, drinking blends, and we're smoking
 We put snow in our nose, drinking blends, and we're smoking
 We put snow in our nose, drinking blends, and we're smoking