★★ 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-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 survivan
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

★ Repeat

★★ Repeat

You can crush us
You can bruise us
Yes, even shoot us
But oh-the guns of Brixton

Shot down on the pavement
Or waiting in death row
His game was survivan
As in heaven, as in hell

★ Repeat