When they kick out 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, Guns of Brixton

...You can crush us
You can bruise us
And even shoot us
But oh- the Guns of Brixton

Guns of Brixton ~~ the Clash