Guns Of Brixton

[Intro: ]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 


[Refrão]
        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 
Guns on the Roof  
Tom :E 
E   D          A        E 
  I swear by Almighty God 
E         D       A     E 
  To tell the whole truth   
E  D   A      E 
  And nothing but  
E   D   A   E 
............the truth   
E    D    C#  B 
Guns guns   
E    D               A/C#      E/B 
They torture all the women and children 
E            D       A/C#       E/B 
Then they've put the men to the gun 
E     D         A/C#  E/B 
'Cos across the human frontier   
E         D      A/C#   E/B 
Freedom's always on the run   
E    D      C#            B 
Guns guns a-shaking in terror   
E    D    C#         B 
Guns guns killing in error   
E    D    C#     B 
Guns guns guilty hands   
E    D    C#          B 
Guns guns shatter the lands   
   
A system built by the sweat of the many   
Creates assassins to kill off the few   
Take any place and call it a court house   
This is a place where no judge can stand   
   
Sue the lawyers and burn all the papers   
Unlock the key of of the legal papers   
A jury of a billion faces   
Shouted out condemned out of hand   
   
Guns guns, and nobody's kidding   
Guns guns, or foolin' around   
Guns guns, the violence is singing   
Guns guns, a silence the sound   
   
E    D    C#     B (X2) 
   E      D        C# B 
'N I like to be in Aferica 
E         D      C#       B 
A-beatin' on the final drum   
   E         D     C#    B 
'N I like to be in U.S.S.R.   
E      D          C#          B 
Makin' sure these things will come   
   E         D     D/C#  E/B 
'N I like to be in U.S.A. 
E          D        D/C#     E/B 
Pretending that the wars are done   
   E         D     D/C#  E/B 
'N I like to be in Europa   
E          D      D/C# E/B 
Saying goodbye to everyone   
   
E  D  A/C#  E/B (X2) 
E    D            A/C#           E/B 
Guns guns there's guns on the roof 
E    D            A/C#    E/B 
Guns guns they're made to shoot 
 
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Contribuição: rodrigo alan feltrin ferraz([email protected])