Guns Of Brixton

	  		


          Em                 Am 
When they kick at your front door 
Em           Am   
How you gonna come? 
          F             Am   
With your hands on your head 
          F               Am 
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 


        Em  
You can crush us 
        Am 
You can bruise us 
           Em            Am 
But you'll have to answer to 
F  Am          F      Am 
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 


Em Am  Em Am  F Am  F Am 

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 


When the law break in 
How you gonna go? 
Shot down on the pavement 
Or waiting on death row 

 

        Em  
You can crush us 
        Am 
You can bruise us 
           Em            Am 
But you'll have to answer to 
F  Am          F      Am 
Oh-the guns of Brixton 


You can crush us 
You can bruise us 
Yes, even shoot us 
But oh-the guns of Brixton 

F  Am          F      Am 
Yes-Oh the guns of Brixton 

Original by: The Clash