The Guns Of Brixton

THE GUNS OF BRIXTON-clash

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When they kick at your front door

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How you gonna come?

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With your hands on your head

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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

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You can crush us

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You can bruise us

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But you'll have to answer to

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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