Interpret:

Die Toten Hosen

Album:

Nur zu Besuch - Unplugged im Wiener Burgtheater

When they kick out your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun


When the law break in
How you gonna go?
Shot down on the pavement
Or waiting in death row


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


When they kick out your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun


You can crush us
You can bruise us
And even shoot us
But oh- the guns of Brixton


Shot down on the pavement
Waiting in death row
His game was survivin'
As in heaven as in hell


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