The Clash "Guns of Brixton"

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


You can crush us 
You can bruise us 
But you'll have to answer to 
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 survivin' 
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