The Guns of Brixton Lyrics

[Originally by The Clash]When they kick at your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gunWhen the law break in
How you gonna go?
Shot down on the pavement
Or waiting on death rowYou can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of BrixtonThe money feels good
And your life you like it well
But surely your time will come
As in heaven, as in hellYou see, he feels like Ivan
Born under the Brixton sun
His game is called survivin'
At the end of the harder they comeYou know it means no mercy
They caught him with a gun
No need for the Black Maria

Goodbye to the Brixton sunYou can crush us
You can bruise us
Yes, even shoot us
But oh-the guns of BrixtonWhen they kick at your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gunYou can crush us
You can bruise us
Yes, even shoot us
But oh-the guns of BrixtonShot down on the pavement
Waiting in death row
His game is called survivin'
As in heaven as in hellYou can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brixton