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 on 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 surviving,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 at the Brixton sun
You can crush us,you can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to,oh Guns of Brixton
You can crush us,you can bruise us
And even shoot us,but oh Guns of Brixton
Shot down on the pavement
Waiting in death row
His game was surviving as in heaven,as in hell
You can crush us,you can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to,oh Guns of Brixton.