Guns Of Brixton
When they kick out your front doorHow you gonna come?With your hands on your headOr on the trigger of your gun
When the law break inHow you gonna go?Shot down on the pavementOr waiting in death row
You can crush usYou can bruise usBut you'll have to answer toOh, Guns of Brixton
The money feels goodAnd your life you like it wellBut surely your time will comeAs in heaven, as in hell
You see, he feels like IvanBORN under the Brixton sunHis game is called survivin'At the end of the harder they come
You know it means no mercyThey caught him with a gunNo need for the Black MariaGoodbye to the Brixton sun
You can crush usYou can bruise usBut you'll have to answer toOh-the guns of Brixton
When they kick out your front doorHow you gonna come?With your hands on your headOr on the trigger of your gun
You can crush usYou can bruise usAnd even shoot usBut oh- the guns of Brixton
Shot down on the pavementWaiting in death rowHis game was survivin'As in heaven as in hell
You can crush usYou can bruise usBut you'll have to answer toOh, the guns of BrixtonOh, the guns of BrixtonOh, the guns of BrixtonOh, the guns of BrixtonOh, the guns of Brixton