The guns of Brixton (Original: The Clash)

Lyrics

When they kick at your front door,
wow 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 too.
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 surviving
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 too.
Oh, the guns of Brixton.

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 too.
Oh, the guns of Brixton.

You can crush us,
you can bruise us,
yes even shoot us.
But oh, the guns of Brixton.

But oh, the guns of Brixton.
Oh, the guns of Brixton.