Cifra da música: Guns Of Brixton - The Clash

Tom: F#m
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
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
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