F#m   Bm     G
E|----2-----2-----3-----|
B|----2-----3-----0-----|
G|----2-----4-----0-----|
D|----4-----4-----0-----|
A|----4-----2-----2-----|
E|----2-----------3-----|


F#m Bm  F#m Bm  G Bm  G Bm

          F#m                Bm  
When they kick at your front door
F#m           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
        F#m 
You can crush us
        Bm
You can bruise us
           F#m            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