เพลง เนื้อเพลง Guns Of Brixton Nouvelle Vague"
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 Oooooooh, guns of Brixton 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 When they kick at your front door, How you gonna come? With your hands on your head, Or on the trigger of your gun ( * ) Shot down on the pavement, Waiting in death row His game is called survivin', As in heaven as in hell
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