The Guns of Brixton (The Clash)

F#mi Bmi F#mi Bmi G Bmi G Bmi F#mi Bmi 1. When they kick at your front door F#mi Bmi How you gonna come? G Bmi With your hands on your head G Bmi 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 F#mi R: You can crush us Bmi You can bruise us F#mi Bmi But you'll have to answer to G Bmi G Bmi 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 survival 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 F#mi Bmi F#mi Bmi G Bmi G Bmi 2. = 1. R: You can crush us... The money feels good... You see, he feels like Ivan... You know it means no mercy... You can crush us...