MOG

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