Brother Lyrics - New Model Army

It's been a long dry season in tinderbox town 

And the ghetto cars go cruising up and down and round and round 

With tinted windows and the screech of tires 

Poverty likes to ride in the best disguise 

The boys get bored, set fire to the sheds at the end of my street 

The thick black smoke rises up into the dusk 

Sirens scream out across the hills 

Turn into the close as the boys all swagger. 

I've got no quarrel with you brother 

But the war is getting closer 

Down at the Union there we stood 

And embraced like brothers should 

The fire catches when your back is turned 

And now we watch as the city burns 

And now we watch as the city burns 

We used to joke about the colour of our skins 

We used to joke about the names of God 

But now the racist cops come round 

Put your cousin up against the wall 

A little crowd gathers round and takes up sides 

The white trash come out of their doorways and mutter 

There's a macho stand off with sullen faces all around 

And all the middle ground is washing away 

And no one really wants it there anyway 

It's a time of pack dogs brother 

And the war's getting closer 

Down at the Union there we stood 

And embraced like brothers should 

The fire catches when your back is turned 

And now we watch as the city burns 

And now we watch as the city burns 

And I, I accuse you, you want so much 

But you give nothing of yourself 

And I, I believe you, you want so much 

But you keep nothing of yourself