LYRICS
作词 : Simonon
作曲 : Paul Simonon
作词 : Simonon
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
CHORUS
You can crush us
Yo ucan 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
When they kick at your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on yoru head
Or on the trigger of your gun
You can crush us
You can bruise us
Yes, even shoot us
But oh-the guns of Brixton
Shot down on the pavement
Or waiting on death row
His game is called survival
At the end of the harder they come
You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll never have to answer to
ohohoh But you'll never have to answer to