The Guns of Brixton
The Clash Lyrics


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 in death row
You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'd 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
But you'll have to answer to
oh, the 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?

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

Shot down on the pavement
Waiting in death row
His game was survivin'
As in heaven as in hell

You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'd have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brixton
Oh, guns of Brixton
Oh, guns of Brixton
Oh, guns of Brixton

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Paul Gustave Simonon

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Raptor

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 in death row
You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'd 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
But you'll have to answer to
oh, the 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?
You can crush us
You can bruise us
And even shoot us
But oh, the guns of Brixton
Shot down on the pavement
Waiting in death row
His game was survivin'
As in heaven as in hell
You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'd have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brixton
Oh, guns of Brixton
Oh, guns of Brixton
Oh, guns of Brixton



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"The 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

When they kick at your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun

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

Shot down on the pavement
Waiting in death row
His game is called survivin'
As in heaven as in hell

You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brixton



Stephen Coomer

When they kick at your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun

[Pre-Chorus]
When the law break in
How you gonna go?
Shot down on the pavement
Or waiting in death row

[Chorus]
You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, guns of Brixton

[Post-Chorus]
The money feels good
And your life you like it well
But surely your time will come
As in heaven, as in hell

[Verse 2]
You see, he feels like Ivan
Born under the Brixton sun
His game is called survivin'
At the end of The Harder They Come


[Pre-Chorus]
You know it means no mercy
They caught him with a gun
No need for the Black Maria
Goodbye to the Brixton sun

[Chorus]
You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brixton

[Bridge]
When they kick at your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun?

[Chorus]
You can crush us
You can bruise us
You can even shoot us
But, oh the guns of Brixton

[Verse 3]
Shot down on the pavement
Waiting in death row
His game was survivin'
As in heaven, as in hell


[Chorus]
You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, guns of Brixton

You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, guns of Brixton

[Outro]
You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, guns of Brixton

You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, guns of Brixton



Михаил Сергопольцев

Когда они постучатся к тебе,
Как ты их встретишь?
С руками за головой
Или с пальцем на курке пистолета?

Когда закон настигнет тебя,
Как ты собираешься уйти?
Лежа продырявленным на асфальте
Или дожидаясь своей очереди в камере смертников?

Вы можете подавлять нас,
Вы можете толочь нас.
Но вам придется за все ответить
Перед пушками Брикстона.

Деньги — отличная штука,
Тебя устраивает твоя жизнь.
Но судьба рано или поздно настигнет тебя
И на небесах, и в аду.

Он чувствует себя Иваном,
Рожденным под брикстонским солнцем.
Его игра называется "выживание",
Но когда трудности минуют, приходят они.

Они не знают жалости,
Поймав его с поличным.
Они не везут его в тюрьму —
Прощай, солнце Брикстона!

Вы можете подавлять нас,
Вы можете толочь нас.
Но вам придется за все ответить
Перед пушками Брикстона.

Когда они постучатся к тебе,
Как ты их встретишь?
С руками за головой
Или с пальцем на курке пистолета?

Вы можете подавлять нас,
Вы можете толочь нас,
Можете даже пристрелить,
Но помните о пушках Брикстона.

Продырявленным на асфальте
Или в камере смертников...
Он умел выживать
И на небе, и в аду.

Вы можете подавлять нас,
Вы можете толочь нас,
Но вам придется за всё ответить
Перед пушками Брикстона.

О, перед пушками Брикстона...
О, перед пушками Брикстона...
О, перед пушками Брикстона...
О, перед пушками Брикстона...



lauty ramos

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
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, the 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
You can crush us
You can bruise us
Yes, even shoot us
But oh-the guns of Brixton
Shot down on the pavement
Waiting in death row
His game is called survivin'
As in heaven as in hell
You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brixton



YON DONSON

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 in death row
You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'd 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
But you'll have to answer to
oh, the 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?
You can crush us
You can bruise us
And even shoot us
But oh, the guns of Brixton
Shot down on the pavement
Waiting in death row
His game was survivin'
As in heaven as in hell
You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'd have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brixton
Oh, guns of Brixton
Oh, guns of Brixton
Oh, guns of Brixton



All comments from YouTube:

ikeda

the bass riff is heavenly

Norrisimo

Ol

Franck Latrasse

For sure !!! ... So good !

Phil Leotardo

It's not even their riff the Clash stole the bass riff from the song Dub be good to me 😂😂

alki9969

this bass is superbly used by Norman Cook in "Dub be good to me"

Todd Little

Cypress hill used this bass line.

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Cool to see a punk band use different genres on their album.

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@TheDeathbydubstep
Ska & Reggae.

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Charlie Guy

@Keith Bentley all the punks hung out at reggae nights! Subcultural music is at its core, an expression of anti-establishment thought

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