Testo di The Guns Of Brixton (Clash Cover)

When they kick at your front door How you going to come? With your hands on your head Or on the trigger of your gun? When the law breaks in How you going to 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, it feels good And your life, it treats you well But surely your end will come As in heaven, as in hell You see, he feels like Ivan Born under the Brixton sun His game is called surviving At the end of the harder they come You can crush us You can bruise us But you'll have to answer to Oh, the guns of Brixton When they kick at your front door How you going to come? With your hands on your head Or on the trigger of your gun? When the law break in How you going to go? Shot down on the pavement Or waiting on death row? You can crush us You can bruise us You can even shoot us! But, oh, the guns of Brixton You can crush us You can bruise us But you'll have to answer to Oh, the guns of Brixton