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The Clash – The Guns Of Brixton – 1979

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    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
    But you’ll have to answer to
    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