Paul Simonon Tag

The Guns of Brixton by Paul Simonon 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 inRead More