The Guns of Brixton
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Lyrics for The Guns of Brixton by The Clash
Songwriters: Strummer, Joe; Jones, Mick; Simonon, Paul Gustave; Headon, Topper
You see, he feels like Ivan
But you'll have to answer too
But you'll have to answer too
Oh, the guns of Brixton
Waiting in death row
Born under the Brixton sun
And your life, you like it well
The money feels good
His game is called survivin'
Goodbye to the Brixton sun
You can bruise us
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun
His game is called survivin'
They caught him with a gun
You can crush us
Oh, the guns of Brixton
You can crush us
Or on the trigger of your gun
You can bruise us
Or waitin' in death row
And even shoot us
You can bruise us
As in Heaven, as in Hell
How you gonna come?
You can crush us
Oh, the guns of Brixton
You can crush us
When they kick at your front door
But oh! The guns of Brixton
As in Heaven, as in Hell
But surely your time will come
Shot down on the pavement
You know it means no mercy
You can bruise us
How you're gonna go?
At the end of the harder they come
With your hands on your head
Oh, the guns of Brixton
But you'll have to answer too
Shot down on the pavement
Oh, the guns of Brixton
Oh, the guns of Brixton
When the law break in
No need for the Black Maria

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