Calexico - The Guns Of Brixton letra de (lyrics)
[Calexico - The Guns Of Brixton letra de lyrics]
When they kick out 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 in death row
You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, 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
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
Have to answer to
Oh, Guns of Brixton
Y si una bala roza tu frente
Doblas la vida, matas el tiempo
Gracias a ella María negra
Que te protege de este mal tiempo
Nunca te rindas, piensa en tu gente
María negra, seca tu frente
Santa María, María Negra
Cuida tu tiempo, cuida tu suerte
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, bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh-the guns of Brixton
When they kick out your front doors
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun
You can crush us, bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
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
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 in death row
You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, 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
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
Have to answer to
Oh, Guns of Brixton
Y si una bala roza tu frente
Doblas la vida, matas el tiempo
Gracias a ella María negra
Que te protege de este mal tiempo
Nunca te rindas, piensa en tu gente
María negra, seca tu frente
Santa María, María Negra
Cuida tu tiempo, cuida tu suerte
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, bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh-the guns of Brixton
When they kick out your front doors
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun
You can crush us, bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
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