Dropkick Murphys
Текст песни Guns Of Brixton

- Music / Lyrics: Clash, Paul Simonon -

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
on death row.

Chorus: 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.

chorus:

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, You can even shoot us.....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

chorus:

Oh, The Guns Of Brixton (4x)