You can crush us, you can bruise us, but you'll have to answer to The guns of Brixton, yeah Guns of Brixton When they kick at your front door How you gonna cop With your hands on your head On the trigger of your gun When the law break in How you gonna kill Shot down on the pavement Or waited in this room You can crush us, you can bruise us, but you'll have to answer to The guns of Brixton No money, it feels good Your life, you like it well But surely a time will come As in heaven, as in hell You can crush us, you can bruise us, but you'll have to answer to Ah, the guns of Brixton Ah, the guns of Brixton You see here, fellas like Ivan Born under the Brixton sun His game has come to mime it At the end that holiday band You know it needs no mercy They call him with a gun No need for a black pariah Goodbye to the Brixton sun You can crush us, you can bruise us, but you'll have to answer to Ah, the guns of Brixton Ah, the guns of Brixton Guns of Brixton Guns of Brixton Guns of Brixton Guns of Brixton Guns of Brixton Shot down on the pavement Rated in death row His game is called surviving As in heaven, as in hell You can crush us, you can bruise us Or even shoot us Ah, the guns of Brixton Ah, the guns of Brixton Too many guns in Brixton Guns of Brixton Guns of Brixton Guns of Brixton Guns of Brixton