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
    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
  Yes, even shoot us
  But oh-the guns of Brixton
    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
  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