Guns Of Brixton Lyrics

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(feat. Camille)
(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
Yeah, 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

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Guns Of Brixton Lyrics

(feat. Camille)
(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?

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(feat. Camille)  
(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  
Yeah, 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

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