UB40 — Friendly Fire

We were partners in crime Spending our days, serving our time In the usual way We went behind the lines To even the score I won the battle but you won the war I used to be a gun for hire Then I was killed by friendly fire I used to be a real high flyer Then I was killed by friendly fire A shot rang out And knocked me flat Ain't no coming back from a lick like that I never saw it coming, it came out of the blue I never did believe my assassin would be you I got the message down the wire That I was killed by friendly fire I used to be a gun for hire Then I was killed by friendly fire