The Guns of Brixton — 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 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 survivin' 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 your 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 Waiting in death row His game is called survivin' As in heaven as in hell

You can crush us You can bruise us But you'll have to answer to Oh, the guns of Brixton