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
Oooooooh, guns of Brixton
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
When they kick at your front door, How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head, Or on the trigger of your gun
( * )
Shot down on the pavement, Waiting in death row
His game is called survivin', As in heaven as in hell