When they kick out your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun
When the law breaks in
How you gonna go?
Shot down on the pavement
Or waiting on a death row
You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh-oh, guns of Brixton
When the money seems good
And your life you like it well
But surely your time will come
As in heaven or as in hell
Well, you know, 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
Now he lives in a Black Maria
Goodbye to the Brixton sun
You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh-oh, guns of Brixton
When they kick out your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun
When the law breaks 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-oh, guns of Brixton
You can shot us
You can bruise us
You can even shoot us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh-oh, guns of Brixton
Oh-oh, guns of Brixton
Oh-oh, guns of Brixton
Oh-oh, guns of Brixton
Oh-oh, guns of Brixton
Oh-oh, guns of Brixton
