Guns Of Brixton Lyrics - London Calling - The Clash

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? 

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 

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You see, he feels like Ivan 

Born under the Brixton sun 

His game is called surviving 

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? 

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You can crush us 

You can bruise us 

And even shoot us 

But oh, the guns of Brixton 

Shot down on the pavement 

Waiting in death row 

His game was surviving 

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