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?

CHORUS
You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh - the guns of Brixton

And the money, it feels good
And your life you like it well
But surely the time will come
As in heaven, as in hell

Let's go!
And you see, he feels like Ivan
Born under the Brixton sun
His game is called survival
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

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

And you can crush us
You can bruise us
You can even shoot us
But oh - the guns of Brixton
Oh - the guns of Brixton
Oh - the guns of Brixton
Oh - the guns of Brixton
Oh - the guns of Brixton..

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