Guns of Brixton (The Clash)

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 break in, how you gonna go?
Shot down on the pavement, or waiting in death row?

	You can crush us
	You can bruise us
	But you'll have to answer to
	Oh-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

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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
	But you'll have to answer to
	Oh-oh, the guns of Brixton

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When they kick out your front door, how you gonna come?
With your hands on your head or on the trigger of your gun?

	couplet vide

	You can crush us
	You can bruise us
	And even shoot us
	But oh- the guns of Brixton

Shot down on the pavement, waiting in death row
His game was 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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