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 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      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   And, 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 Brixton   Oh, the guns of Brixton