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