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

(You're all) Every time the front door shakes Every time I hear the breaks And that long whistle cryin' through the night I'm reminded of the way I feel Gettin' crushed by your wheels tonight Shut up train I'm trying to sleep Can't you show me a little

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

Click clack You can be my piece Cause we shootin' Tell 'em all get back We shootin' them down This is my eye We untouchable uncrushable Tell them all get back Shootin' 'em down

Diamonds in the face crushed up, I can see it Diamonds in the face, di-diamonds in the face Diamonds in the face crushed up, you can see it Plain Jane, Jackie Chan, Richard Mille You gon' be the one, bust it down, I can see it Diamonds in the face

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

I'm just a girl with a crush on you But I can't make you love me Is it my life or the things I do? Can't make you love me For a chance today, it's incomparable I might be sitting with the movie stars Don't care about money It doesn't give me half the

I'm not ready to die You can't break me, crushed the Fears of yesterday While we damn the dead I'm I've stood in the dark, been Waiting all this time Trying to survive, I'm not ready to die You can't change me, barriers our trust will fade. Gone cast

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

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