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

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