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



Yes, even shoot us



But 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