The Guns of Brixton

The Clash

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1. When they kick at your front door
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   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

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R: You can crush us
           Bmi
   You can bruise us
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   But you'll have to answer to
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   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

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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...


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