Oh, the guns of Brixton You can crush us You can bruise us But you'll have to answer to When they kick out 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

Keep moving your heels on the floor Let the bartender pour you up another round Tip the cover band, find another hand To dance and call him your rebound Another late night love, another last call crush With the neon shining down Girl, this time around,

I just can’t leave love alone Ain’t it funny how love can make you fly Funny how love can make you feel Crush you like a ton of steel Fake you out, make you think it’s real Funny how love can make you feel, yeah Sweetest buzz and the highest high

And I'll be crushin' it Every week has a weekend By this time Friday night I'll be done with my third can Of cold Bud Light I'll be crushin' it Yeah, I'll be crushin' it Oh, I'll be crushin' it I sure could use an attaboy

You can be the strength to carry on The voice in the silence Is crushing the violence It's giving me a chance to right these wrongs 'Cause it's hope for the hopeless Hope for the hopeless I would never quit, this is it I'm counting on my bruises I'm not

And I'll be crushin' it Every week has a weekend By this time Friday night I'll be done with my third can Of cold Bud Light I'll be crushin' it Yeah, I'll be crushin' it Oh, I'll be crushin' it I sure could use an attaboy

These little black sandals Are walking me away I'm being dragged down, down by the hand The hand of a golden giant man He's crushing my knuckles Splitting my skin, he says he will If only I'd ask it of him

I'm an outcast on the path of rebound Everything is frail, I desolate, crush, and burn I have chosen darkness to be my guide War is in my heart, death is by my side War heart! With no remains of compassion or love War heart! Hate your fellow as yourself

Ignorance will crush us, destroy all that we have And now we offer this small bit of wisdom The heart it came from will set you on your way So let us rejoice that, the powers in our hands So let us rejoice that the power's in our hands Let it be know

The honoring instinct of animal No blame on the red bull Throw fury at him Aim gorge and win Less contenders on the way today Let them pay Nothing lost