The blood is painting the streets again
With hammers and razor blades
Thieves and riots are our daily bread
The peaky blinders prevail
Dear brothers let�s celebrate what is ours by day and by night
Stylishly and fearlessly we control what is wrong and right
So be kind
If you come for us, we�ll cut you a smile
May I be at the heaven�s gate a half hour before
Before the devil knows I�m dead
I�m always dressed up for good
