F#m Bm F#m Bm G Bm G Bm F#m Bm When they kick at your front door F#m Bm How you gonna come? G Bm With your hands on your head G Bm 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 Chorus: F#m You can crush us Bm You can bruise us F#m Bm But youʼll have to answer to G Bm G Bm 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 survival 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 Yes, even shoot us But oh-the guns of Brixton
