- Music / Lyrics: Clash, Paul Simonon -
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 on death row
Chorus: 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 wellBut 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
chorus:
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 usOh-The Guns Of Brixton
Shot down on the pavement, Waiting in death row His game is called survivin', As in heaven as in hell
chorus:
Oh, The Guns Of Brixton (4x)