Guns of Brixton

But you'll have to answer to

And your life you like it well
As in heaven as in hell
You can crush us
You can bruise us

Shot down on the pavement
But you'll have to answer to

Goodbye to the Brixton sun
You can crush us
When they kick at your front door

With your hands on your head

Shot down on the pavement
His game was surviving
No need for the Black Maria
Oh, the guns of Brixton

But you'll have to answer to
Or on the trigger of your gun
You can bruise us
How you gonna go?
With your hands on your head
You know it means no mercy
And, even shoot us
You can crush us
You can bruise us
Oh, the guns of Brixton
When the law break in
Or waiting in death row
Oh, the guns of Brixton
Waiting in death row
Born under the Brixton sun
His game is called surviving
How you gonna come?
You see, he feels like Ivan
As in heaven, as in hell
Oh, the guns of Brixton
But surely your time will come
You can bruise us
You can crush us
Oh, the guns of Brixton
But oh, the guns of Brixton
The money feels good
They caught him with a gun

Or on the trigger of your gun
At the end of the harder they come
Oh, the guns of Brixton