Guns Of Brixton - Nouvelle Vague, Camille

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 Yeah, 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