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