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