The Guns of Brixton - The Guns of Brixton lyrics
[The Guns of Brixton - The Guns of Brixton lyrics]
(Oh, yeah) hey, Paul
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 in death row?
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
You can crush us you can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brixton
When they kick at your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun?
You can crush us you can bruise us
You can even shoot us
But, oh the guns of Brixton
Shot down on the pavement
Waiting in death row his game was survivin'
As in heaven, as in hell
You can crush us you can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brixton oh, guns of Brixton
Oh, guns of Brixton oh, guns of Brixton
Oh, guns of Brixton
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 in death row?
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
You can crush us you can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brixton
When they kick at your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun?
You can crush us you can bruise us
You can even shoot us
But, oh the guns of Brixton
Shot down on the pavement
Waiting in death row his game was survivin'
As in heaven, as in hell
You can crush us you can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brixton oh, guns of Brixton
Oh, guns of Brixton oh, guns of Brixton
Oh, guns of Brixton