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jimmy cliff lyrics : "Guns of Brixton"

When they kick out 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, 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
But you'll have to answer to
Oh-the guns of Brixton


When they kick out 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- 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, the guns of Brixton
Oh, the guns of Brixton

Oh, the guns of Brixton
Oh, the guns of Brixton
Oh, the guns of Brixton

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