The Guns Of Brixton

When they kick at your front door, how are you gonna come

With your hands on your head or on the trigger of your gun

When the law break in, how are you gonna go

Shot down on the pavement or waiting on death row



You can crush us, you can bruise us

But you'll have to answer to, oh, the guns of Brixton



The money feels good, and your life you like it well

But surely your time will come, as in heaven, as in hell



You see, he feels like Ivan born under the Brixton sun

His game is called survivin'

At the end of the harder they come

You know it means no mercy, they caught him with a gun

No need for the Black Maria, goodbye to the Brixton sun



You can crush us, you can bruise us

But you'll have to answer to, oh, the guns of Brixton



When they kick at your front door, how are you gonna come

With your hands on your head or on the trigger of your gun



You can crush us, you can bruise us

Yes, even shoot us, but, oh, the guns of Brixton



Shot down on the pavement, waiting in death row

His game is called survivin', as in heaven, as in hell



You can crush us, you can bruise us

But you'll have to answer to, oh, the guns of Brixton

Oh, the guns of Brixton

Oh, the guns of Brixton....