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| Clash London Calling 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? Shut down on the pavement Or waiting in dead row You can crash 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 survivan 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 Goodby to the Brixton sun You can crash us You can bruise us Yes, even shut us But Oh - the guns of Brixton |
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