The Guns of Brixton Lyrics

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

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.

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

(Chorus)

Shot down on the pavement,
Waiting in death row.
His game is called survivin',
As in heaven as in hell

(chorus)

Oh, The Guns Of Brixton (4x)