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 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

But you'll have to answer to

Oh the guns of brixton

When they kick out your front door

How you gonna come

With your hands on your head

Or on the trigger of your gun

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

Oh the guns of brixton

Oh the guns of brixton

Oh the guns of brixton

Oh the guns of brixton