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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nouvelle Vague
Nouvelle Vague
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Paul Simonon
Paul Simonon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nouvelle Vague
Nouvelle Vague
Producer
Marc Collin
Marc Collin
Producer
Olivier Libaux
Olivier Libaux
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Whey they kick at your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun
[Verse 2]
When the law break in
How you gonna go?
Shot down on the pavement
Or waiting on death now
[Verse 3]
You can crush us, you can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brixton
[Verse 4]
Money feels good
And your life you like it well
But surely your time will come
As in heaven, as in hell
[Verse 5]
You see, he feels like Ivan
Born under the Brixton sun
His game is called survivin'
At the end of the harder they come
[Verse 6]
You know it means no mercy
They caught him with a gun
No need for the Black Maria
Goodbye to the Brixton sun
[Verse 7]
You can crush us, you can bruise us
Yeah, even shoot us
But oh, the guns of Brixton
[Verse 8]
When they kick at your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun
[Verse 9]
You can crush us, you can bruise us
Yeah, even shoot us
But oh, the guns of Brixton
[Verse 10]
Shot down on the pavement
Waiting in death row
His game is called survivin'
As in heaven, as in hell
[Verse 11]
You can crush us, you can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brixton
Written by: Paul Simonon

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