The Guns Of Brixton

When they kick at your front door,
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun?

When the law break in,
How 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 you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun?

You can crush us,
You can bruise us
And even shoot us,
But oh, the guns of Brixton

Shot down on the pavement,
Waiting in death row
His game was 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, guns of Brixton
Oh, guns of Brixton