(Paul Simonon)

When they kick at your front door
How you [bad word] 
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 [bad word] us
You can [bad word] us
But youll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brixton

The money feels good
And your life you like it well
But surely your time [bad word] 
As in heaven, as in [bad word] 

You see, he feels like Ivan
Born under the Brixton sun
His game is called survivin
At the end of the harder [bad word] 

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 [bad word] us
You can [bad word] us
But youll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brixton

When they kick at your front door
How you [bad word] 
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun

You can [bad word] us
You can [bad word] us
Yes, 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 [bad word] 

You can [bad word] us
You can [bad word] us
But youll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brixton