[Verse 1]
Listen, listen, listen
Here's a song for Pearse and Nessan
Known as the Brixton Busters far and wide
Like a bolt right out of heaven
They escaped from Brixton prison
The Provos, they could not keep inside
It happened on a Sunday, it became an on-the-run day
Both lads had been praying on their knees
Sure the warders thought it shocking when the gun came from the stocking
And the lads said: "Hand over the keys"
[Chorus]
Now!
They’re moving, movin', movin'
Get those police dogs moving
Get those doggies searching far and widе
It wasn’t semtex putty, but a pistol in the gutty
That let the lads go out for the ride
[Verse 2]
Every Branch man in the nation went crazy with frustration
They were ordered to quickly find the trail
When they lost them at the station it cured their constipation
No wonder they are still looking pale
Listen, listen, listen
Here's a song for Pearse and Nessan
Known as the Brixton Busters far and wide
Like a bolt right out of heaven
They escaped from Brixton prison
The Provos, they could not keep inside
It happened on a Sunday, it became an on-the-run day
Both lads had been praying on their knees
Sure the warders thought it shocking when the gun came from the stocking
And the lads said: "Hand over the keys"
[Chorus]
Now!
They’re moving, movin', movin'
Get those police dogs moving
Get those doggies searching far and widе
It wasn’t semtex putty, but a pistol in the gutty
That let the lads go out for the ride
[Verse 2]
Every Branch man in the nation went crazy with frustration
They were ordered to quickly find the trail
When they lost them at the station it cured their constipation
No wonder they are still looking pale
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