I killed a lot of men
I’ve been in war over the ocean
Watching horses die doesn’t make me feel anything
But I’ve come back for more
Making money through the back door
Razorblades in my peaky hat
Everyone is scared of me

We own Birmingham, but that’s far from enough
London city, they all look pretty, but it is not for long
They put bomb in our cars
So we tear them apart
It’s alright if you’re a friend or family

Amen

We’re the peaky blinders
Ain’t alright to say no
We’re the sons of violence
Grab your stuff and go

We got the coppers
They think we’re fuckers, but in the meantime we are fair
Betting horses, they race the track here, but we fix it all the time
Against the Jews, Italians, Gypsy kings, shady government
It’s alright if you’re a friend or family

Amen

We’re the peaky blinders
Ain’t alright to say no
We’re the sons of violence
Grab your stuff and go
Grab your stuff and go
Grab your stuff and go
Grab your stuff and go

We put snow in our nose, drinking blends, and we´re smoking
We put snow in our nose, drinking blends, and we´re smoking
We put snow in our nose, drinking blends, and we´re smoking
We put snow in our nose, drinking blends, and we´re smoking