When they kick at your front door
You know it means no mercy
And, even shoot us
How you gonna go?
Publisher: NINEDEN LTD
But you'll have to answer to
No need for the Black Maria
How you gonna come?
Oh, the guns of Brixton
When they kick at your front door
You can bruise us
Born under the Brixton sun
They caught him with a gun
Or on the trigger of your gun
Oh, the guns of Brixton
Oh, the guns of Brixton
His game was surviving
You can bruise us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
You can crush us
Oh, the guns of Brixton
And your life you like it well
With your hands on your head
His game is called surviving
You can bruise us
Oh, the guns of Brixton
Or on the trigger of your gun
Goodbye to the Brixton sun
How you gonna come?
Shot down on the pavement
As in heaven, as in hell
As in heaven as in hell
But surely your time will come
Shot down on the pavement
Songwriters: Topper Headon, Mick Jones, Paul Gustave Simonon, Joe Strummer
With your hands on your head
When the law break in
But you'll have to answer to
Waiting in death row
You see, he feels like Ivan
You can crush us
Or waiting in death row
You can crush us
You can crush us
The money feels good
Oh, the guns of Brixton
Oh, the guns of Brixton
But oh, the guns of Brixton
At the end of the harder they come