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The Clash Guns Of Brixton

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Tom: A Intro: Gbm Bm Gbm Bm G Bm G Bm Gbm Bm When they kick at your front door Gbm Bm How you gonna come? G Bm With your hands on your head G Bm 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 CHORUS Gbm You can crush us Bm You can bruise us Gbm Bm But you'll have to answer to G Bm G Bm 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 survival 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 You can crush us You can bruise us Yes, even shoot us But oh-the guns of Brixton Guns on the Roof E D A E I swear by Almighty God E D A E To tell the whole truth E D A E And nothing but E D A E ............the truth E D Db B Guns guns E D A E They torture all the women and children E D A E Then they've put the men to the gun E D A E 'Cos across the human frontier E D A E Freedom's always on the run E D Db B Guns guns a-shaking in terror E D Db B Guns guns killing in error E D Db B Guns guns guilty hands E D Db B Guns guns shatter the lands A system built by the sweat of the many Creates assassins to kill off the few Take any place and call it a court house This is a place where no judge can stand Sue the lawyers and burn all the papers Unlock the key of of the legal papers A jury of a billion faces Shouted out condemned out of hand Guns guns, and nobody's kidding Guns guns, or foolin' around Guns guns, the violence is singing Guns guns, a silence the sound E D Db B (X2) E D Db B 'N I like to be in Aferica E D Db B A|-beatin' on the final drum E D Db B 'N I like to be in U.S.S.R. E D Db B Makin' sure these things will come E D D E 'N I like to be in U.S.A. E D D E Pretending that the wars are done E D D E 'N I like to be in Europa E D D E Saying goodbye to everyone E D A E (X2) E D A E Guns guns there's guns on the roof E D A E Guns guns they're made to shoot

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