Written by Paul Simonon
Em Am When they kick at your front door Em Am How you gonna come? F Am With your hands on your head F Am 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 rowEm Am Em Am F Am F Am 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 When the law break in How you gonna go? Shot down on the pavement Or waiting on death rowEm You can crush us Am You can bruise us Em Am But you'll have to answer to F Am F Am 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 hellYou can crush us You can bruise us Yes, even shoot us But oh-the guns of Brixton F Am F Am Yes-Oh the guns of Brixton Original by: The ClashEm You can crush us Am You can bruise us Em Am But you'll have to answer to F Am F Am Oh-the guns of Brixton