Clash - The Guns Of Brixton Lyrics
(paul simonon)When they kick at your front doorHow you gonna come?With your hands on your headOr on the trigger of your gunWhen the law break inHow you gonna go?Shot down on the pavementOr waiting on death rowYou can crush usYou can bruise usBut youll have to answer toOh, the guns of brixtonThe money feels goodAnd your life you like it wellBut surely your time will comeAs in heaven, as in hellYou see, he feels like ivanBorn under the brixton sunHis game is called survivinAt the end of the harder they comeYou know it means no mercyThey caught him with a gunNo need for the black mariaGoodbye to the brixton sunYou can crush usYou can bruise usYes, even shoot usBut oh-the guns of brixtonWhen they kick at your front doorHow you gonna come?With your hands on your headOr on the trigger of your gunYou can crush usYou can bruise usYes, even shoot usBut oh-the guns of brixtonShot down on the pavementWaiting in death rowHis game is called survivinAs in heaven as in hellYou can crush usYou can bruise usBut youll have to answer toOh, the guns of brixton
