Letra de Guns of Brixton
When they kick at your front door How you gonna come? With your hands on your head Or on the trigger of your gunWhen the law break in How you gonna go? Shot down on the pavement Or waiting on death rowYou can crush us You can bruise us But you'll have to answer to Oh, the guns of BrixtonThe money feels good And your life, you like it well But surely, your time will come As in heaven, as in hellYou see, he feels like Ivan Born under the Brixton sun His game is called surviving At the end of the harder they comeYou know it means no mercy They caught him with a gun No need for the black maria Goodbye to the Brixton sunYou can crush us You can bruise us Yes, even shoot us But oh, the guns of BrixtonWhen they kick at your front door How you gonna come? With your hands on your head Or on the trigger of your gunYou can crush us You can bruise us Yeah, even shoot us But oh, the guns of BrixtonShot down on the pavement Waiting in death row His game is called surviving As in heaven as in hellYou can crush us You can bruise us But you'll have to answer to Oh, the guns of Brixton