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'll have to answer to
Oh-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'
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-oh, the guns of Brixton
that's what Black Sabbath did - went from playing Blues (as a band called "Earth") to inventing heavy metal - said they got tired of feeling sad and wanted to feel mad instead
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https://youtu.be/FdBqOCS8LmM?si=nCBFdpr_7KPk8wLD
I'll be sitting at my desk
With a gun in my hand
Wearing a bulletproof vest
And hell Catch 22 were all kids when they wrote that
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
But you'll have to answer to
Oh-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'
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-oh, the guns of Brixton
https://youtu.be/a3hePV8hI3s?si=-nyWZCcf9ulqmRUq
The T for F version of course.
The other one is too sad.