The Guns of Brixton

But you'll have to answer too

You can bruise us
His game is called survivin'
Oh, the guns of Brixton
Oh, the guns of Brixton
You can crush us
You can crush us

You see, he feels like Ivan
Oh, the guns of Brixton
Oh, the guns of Brixton
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun

How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
And your life, you like it well
Goodbye to the Brixton sun
Shot down on the pavement
Shot down on the pavement

Or waitin' in death row
They caught him with a gun
And even shoot us
But oh! The guns of Brixton
The money feels good
When they kick at your front door
When the law break in
Born under the Brixton sun

You can bruise us
Waiting in death row
How you're gonna go?

As in Heaven, as in Hell
You can bruise us
But surely your time will come

Or on the trigger of your gun
As in Heaven, as in Hell
You can crush us

You know it means no mercy
At the end of the harder they come

Oh, the guns of Brixton
But you'll have to answer too
You can bruise us
No need for the Black Maria
His game is called survivin'
Oh, the guns of Brixton
But you'll have to answer too
You can crush us