The Clash

The Clash - Guns Of Brixton lyrics

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?

Shut down on the pavement

Or waiting in dead row

You can crash 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 survivan

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

Goodby to the Brixton sun

You can crash us

You can bruise us

Yes, even shut us

But Oh - the guns of Brixton

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