| Title |
|
Friendly Fire |
| Album |
|
Guns In The Ghetto |
| Released |
|
30/6/1997 |
| Highest UK Chart
Position |
|
- |
| Music |
|
UB40 |
| Lyrics |
|
UB40 |
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 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
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