Текст песни The Clash - Guns of Brixton
The Clash - Guns of Brixton слова песни
When they kick at your front doorHow are you gonna come?With your hands on your headOr on the trigger of your gunWhen the law break inHow are you gonna go?Shot down on the pavementOr waiting on death rowYou can crush usYou can bruise usBut you`ll have to answer toOh, the guns of BrixtonThe money feels goodAnd your life you like it wellBut surely your time will comeAs in heaven, as in hellYou see, he feels like IvanBorn under the Brixton sunHis game is called survivin`At the end of the harder they comeYou know it means no mercyThey caught him with a gunNo need for the Black MariaGoodbye to the Brixton sunYou can crush usYou can bruise usYes, even shoot usBut oh-the guns of BrixtonWhen they kick at your front doorHow are you gonna come?With your hands on your headOr on the trigger of your gunYou can crush usYou can bruise usYes, even shoot usBut oh-the guns of BrixtonShot down on the pavementWaiting in death rowHis game is called survivin`As in heaven as in hellYou can crush usYou can bruise usBut you`ll have to answer toOh, the guns of Brixton