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
Ooh, 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
Ooh, the guns of Brixton
Ooh, the guns of Brixton
Ooh, the guns of Brixton
Ooh, the guns of Brixton you can crush us
You can bruise us and even shoot us
But ooh, 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 really must you shoot us?
Ooh, the guns of Brixton
Ooh, the guns of Brixton
Ooh, the guns of Brixton
Ooh, the guns of Brixton
Ooh, the guns of Brixton
Ooh, the guns of Brixton
Ooh, the guns of Brixton