When they kick out
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 in death row?
You can crush us
you can bruise us
but you'll have to
answer to
oh, 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 out
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, the guns of Brixton
Oh, the guns of Brixton
Oh, the guns of Brixton