The Guns of Brixton - The Clash

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 on 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 Oh, the guns of Brixton Shot down on the pavement Waiting in death row His game is called survivin' 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

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 On 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 Yes, Even Shoot Us But 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 Yes, Even Shoot Us But Oh-The Guns Of Brixton Shot Down On The Pavement Waiting In Death Row His Game Is Called Survivin' 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

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 in 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 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 out 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 survivin' 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

Interrupting all programmes This is radio clash from pirate satellite Orbiting your living room, cashing in the bill of rights Cuban army surplus or refusing all third lights This is radio clash on pirate satellite This sound does not subscribe to the international plan In the psycho shadow of the white right hand Then that see ghettology as an urban Vietnam Giving deadly exhibitions of murder by napalm This is radio clash tearing up the seven veils This is radio clash please save us, not the whales This is radio clash underneath a mushroom cloud This is radio clash, you don't need that funeral shroud (Why play?) Forces have been looting, my humanity Curfews have been curbing the end of liberty Hands of law have sorted through my identity But now this sound is brave and wants to be free, anyway to be free This is radio clash on pirate satellite This is not free Europe Nor an armed force network This is radio clash using audio ammunition This is radio clash can we get that world to listen This is radio clash using aural ammunition This is radio clash can we get that world to listen? This is radio clash on pirate satellite (This is radio clash) Orbiting your living room cashing in the bill of rights This is radio clash on pirate satellite This is radio clash everybody hold on tight (This is radio clash) A-riggy diggy dig dang, dang (This is radio clash) Go back to urban 'Nam