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

There were seven Spanish angels At the altar of the sun They were prayin' for the lovers In the valley of the gun When the battle stopped and the smoke cleared There was thunder from the throne And seven Spanish angels Took another angel home He looked

I swear by Almighty God To tell the whole truth And nothing but the truth They torture all the women and children Then they've put the men to the gun 'cause across the human frontier Freedom's always on the run Guns guns a-shaking in terror

Who'd believe with the way things are here We'd be going anywhere telling people how to live? Who's believe we'd spend more shippin' drugs and guns Than to educate our sons? Sorry but that's what they did I can't help but think, Someone's forsaken you

Find a place in the sun But you keep on working for your place in the sun Someday you will find your place in the sun They’re always on the run When the lights go out in London Your work has just begun They never have time to give you They never have

Choose the highest bidder was my answer Schoolyard, junior high star Climb the wall to make the sun rise in time But the night had already begun The recess boys tried to buy the better girls Soft rock star when they told me I was up for sale Now here I

They got jumped Forty fives, machine guns, and heavy artillery "You know we got em Forty fives, machine guns, heavy artillery We got those grenades on your ass, nigga Boss, Black Wall Street I'm in that bulletproof Maybach nigga (Teflon Don)" Nigga

Choose the highest bidder was my answer Schoolyard, junior high star Climb the wall to make the sun rise in time But the night had already begun The recess boys tried to buy the better girls Soft rock star when they told me I was up for sale Now here I

Postin' drugs all the time, don't fall for it Postin' guns all the time, don't fall for it Postin' money all the time, don't fall for it Don't fall for it They probably gon' call this hate, but People always hate the truth, fuck it Promotin' Lean but

Les boys do cabaret Les boys are glad to be gay They're not afraid now Disco bar in Germany Les boys are glad to be Upon parade now Les boys got leather straps Les boys got ss caps But they got no gun now