F#m
Bm
F#m
Bm
G
Bm
G
Bm
F#m
Bm
When they kick at your front door
F#m
Bm
How you gonna come?
G
Bm
With your hands on your head
G
Bm
Or on the trigger of your gun
F#m
Bm
When the law break in
F#m
Bm
How you gonna go?
G
Bm
Shot down on the pavement
G
Bm
Or waiting on death row
F#m
You can crush us
Bm
You can bruise us
F#m
Bm
But you’ll have to answer to
G
Bm
G
Bm
Oh- the guns of Brixton
F#m
Bm
The money feels good
F#m
Bm
And your life you like it well
G
Bm
But surely your time will come
G
Bm
As in heaven, as in hell
F#m
Bm
You see, he feels like Ivan
F#m
Bm
Born under the Brixton sun
G
Bm
His game is called survival
G
Bm
At the end of the harder they come
F#m
Bm
You know it means no mercy
F#m
Bm
They caught him with a gun
G
Bm
No need for the Black Maria
G
Bm
Goodbye to the Brixton sun
F#m
You can crush us
Bm
You can bruise us
F#m
Bm
But you’ll have to answer to
G
Bm
G
Bm
Oh- the guns of Brixton
F#m
Bm
F#m
Bm
G
Bm
G
Bm
G
Bm
F#m
