When they kick at 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, 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 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 at your front door How you gonna come? With your hands on your head Or on the trigger of your gun?
You can crush us You can bruise us You can even shoot us But, oh the 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, the guns of Brixton Oh, the guns of Brixton Oh, the guns of Brixton Oh, the guns of BrixtonTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
