When they kick out 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 your pavement,
or waiting in death row?
You can crush us,
you can bruise us,
but you'll have to answer to,
ahh, the Guns of Brixton.
The money feels good,
and your life you like it well,
but surely your time will come,
as in heaven or as in hell.
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,
ahh, the Guns of Brixton.
When they kick out your front door,
how you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
or on the trigger of your gun?
You can crush us,
you can bruise us
and even shoot us.
But ahh the Guns of Brixton.
Shot down on your pavement,
or waiting in death row.
His game was surviving
as in heaven or as in hell.
You can crush us,
you can bruise us,
but you'll have to answer to
ahh, the Guns of Brixton...
The Clash