| Song | Brixton Leaves |
| Artist | Duke Special |
| Album | Songs from the Deep Forest |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Rose, she ain’t like the others | |
| She spins, a dervish mother | |
| Her bright brown hair and her acorn eyes | |
| She gets me there when she hypnotises | |
| But Brixton leaves me alone | |
| Another drunken evening | |
| Red wine you’re so deceiving | |
| Her photograph is my only friend | |
| This one wild year just won’t seem to end | |
| And Brixton leaves me alone | |
| But the sun will rise once more | |
| Well, it better | |
| The sun will rise once more | |
| If we let her | |
| But Brixton leaves me alone | |
| Just one more night in London | |
| Home is a distant drumlin | |
| With it’s ‘No retreat’ and ‘Our time has come’ | |
| Well, curse those fifes and damn those drums | |
| Belfast leave me alone | |
| But the sun will rise once more | |
| Well, it better | |
| The sun will rise once more | |
| If we let her | |
| But Brixton leaves me alone |
| Rose, she ain' t like the others | |
| She spins, a dervish mother | |
| Her bright brown hair and her acorn eyes | |
| She gets me there when she hypnotises | |
| But Brixton leaves me alone | |
| Another drunken evening | |
| Red wine you' re so deceiving | |
| Her photograph is my only friend | |
| This one wild year just won' t seem to end | |
| And Brixton leaves me alone | |
| But the sun will rise once more | |
| Well, it better | |
| The sun will rise once more | |
| If we let her | |
| But Brixton leaves me alone | |
| Just one more night in London | |
| Home is a distant drumlin | |
| With it' s ' No retreat' and ' Our time has come' | |
| Well, curse those fifes and damn those drums | |
| Belfast leave me alone | |
| But the sun will rise once more | |
| Well, it better | |
| The sun will rise once more | |
| If we let her | |
| But Brixton leaves me alone |
| Rose, she ain' t like the others | |
| She spins, a dervish mother | |
| Her bright brown hair and her acorn eyes | |
| She gets me there when she hypnotises | |
| But Brixton leaves me alone | |
| Another drunken evening | |
| Red wine you' re so deceiving | |
| Her photograph is my only friend | |
| This one wild year just won' t seem to end | |
| And Brixton leaves me alone | |
| But the sun will rise once more | |
| Well, it better | |
| The sun will rise once more | |
| If we let her | |
| But Brixton leaves me alone | |
| Just one more night in London | |
| Home is a distant drumlin | |
| With it' s ' No retreat' and ' Our time has come' | |
| Well, curse those fifes and damn those drums | |
| Belfast leave me alone | |
| But the sun will rise once more | |
| Well, it better | |
| The sun will rise once more | |
| If we let her | |
| But Brixton leaves me alone |