The Guns Of Brixton


by The Clash

when they kick at 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 the pavement
or waiting on death row

you can crush us
you can bruise us
but you’ll never have to answer to
oh-the guns of brixton

the money feels good
and your life you like it well
but surely your time will come
as in heaven, as in hell
you see, he feels like ivan born under the brixton sun
his game is called survival 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 yes,
even shoot us but
oh-the guns of brixton

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“I’ve seen a tape of them performing this, hell if I could under a single word. Very punk of Gav to sing it that way. But I’ve never heard the orginial, so who knows.”- Laura

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