The Clash Lyrics
The Clash Lyrics
"Guns of Brixton Lyrics"
Hellstorms Over Holy Ground Lyrics
[Instrumental]
[Instrumental]
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 on death row
You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brixton
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So Blessed Lyrics
Lying beside you This joy is so deep I reach out and touch you Tenderly Looking inside you My world is complete I struggled to find you Now I'm fre
he money feels goodLying beside you This joy is so deep I reach out and touch you Tenderly Looking inside you My world is complete I struggled to find you Now I'm fre
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
Tormented Lyrics
Nightmares filled with torment Visions of dead corpses Morbid Scenes of murder Gruesome bloody slaughter Slipping into madness Morbid thoughts of violence<
Goodbye to the Brixton sunNightmares filled with torment Visions of dead corpses Morbid Scenes of murder Gruesome bloody slaughter Slipping into madness Morbid thoughts of violence<
You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh-the guns of Brixton
When they kick out your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun
You can crush us
You can bruise us
And even shoot us
But oh- the guns
Kentucky Avenue Lyrics
eddie graces buick got 4 bullet holes in the side charlie delisle sittin at the top of an avocado tree mrs stormll stab you with a steak knife if you step on her lawn
of Brixtoneddie graces buick got 4 bullet holes in the side charlie delisle sittin at the top of an avocado tree mrs stormll stab you with a steak knife if you step on her lawn
Shot down on the pavement
Waiting in death row
His game was survivin'
As in heaven as in hell
You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brixton
Oh, the guns of Brixton
Oh, the guns of Brixton
Oh, the guns of Brixton
Oh, the guns of Brixton