When they kick at your front door
How you going to come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun?
When the law breaks in
How you going to go?
Shot down on the pavement
Or waiting on death row?
You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brixton
The money, it feels good
And your life, it treats you well
But surely your end will come
As in heaven, 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 can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brixton
When they kick at your front door
How you going to come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun?
When the law break in
How you going to go?
Shot down on the pavement
Or waiting on death row?
You can crush us
You can bruise us
You can even shoot us!
But, oh, the guns of Brixton
You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brixton
