Brixton Moord En Roof Orkes, Die – City Of Gold And Guns lyrics

You duck and you dive,
be careful how you drive
Gearlocks, alarms,
and the nifty fire blaster
The red light means go,
the orange means go faster
Watch out for the taxi,
fear is your master
In the city of gold and guns
Trust nobody
In the city of gold and guns

Gun in your back,
a knife to your throat
Suburb or township
we’re all in the same boat
Blame it on apartheid,
blame it on the thieves
The syndicates are all
in cohoots with the police
In the city of gold and guns
Hey, I'm legal wise
In the city of gold and guns

Semigrate to Cape Town
or pack for Perth
An expat too scared
for the land of your birth
The walls go higher
while the poor go hungry
But bobbies on the beat
watch the street while you eat

In the city of gold and guns
Because you're not paranoid,
Doesn't mean they're not out to get you
In the city of gold and guns...