When they kick at your front door, how are you gonna come   With your hands on your head or on the trigger of your gun   When the law break in, how are 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 are you gonna come   With your hands on your head or on the trigger of your gun      You can crush us, you can bruise us   Yes, even shoot us, but, 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....