The Guns Of Brixton Lyric - Jimmy Cliff

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 breaks 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..

When the money seems good
And your life you like it well
But surely your time will come
As in heaven or as in hell

When you know 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 to the Brixton sun..


                   Artist: Jimmy Cliff
                   Album: Rebirth