The Guns of Brixton - Remastered

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 in death row
 You can crush us, you can bruise us
 But you'll have to answer to
 Oh-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
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 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-oh, the guns of Brixton
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 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
 And even shoot us
 But oh-oh, 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 you'll have to answer to
 Oh-oh, the guns of Brixton
 Oh-oh, the guns of Brixton
 Oh-oh, the guns of Brixton
 Oh-oh, the guns of Brixton
 Oh-oh, the guns of Brixton