the guns of brixton 

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   When they kick out 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 in death row
   
   You can crush us
   You can bruise us
   But you'll have to answer to
   Oh, 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
   
   When the law break in
   How you gonna go?
   Shot down on the pavement
   Or waiting in death row
   
   You can crush us
   You can bruise us
   Have to answer to
   Oh, Guns of Brixton
   
   ---
   
   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, bruise us
   But you'll have to answer to
   Oh-the guns of Brixton
   
   When they kick out your front doors
   How you gonna come?
   With your hands on your head
   Or on the trigger of your gun
   
   You can crush us, bruise us
   But you'll have to answer to
   Oh, the guns of Brixton
   Oh, the guns of Brixton
   Oh, the guns of Brixton
   Oh, the guns of Brixton
   Oh, the guns of Brixton
   #3397193 (vladurakul, 14.05.2008 18:06 ~ 18:08)