Текст песни Chłopcy z huty - Pidżama Porno feat. Marcin Swietlicki

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
O-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

Kocioł, Kraków, Białystok

Miasto jest chore dzisiaj,
Nad miastem chmura groźna.
Krąży brygada łysa,
Nadchodzi nowa wojna.

Choćbyś się zamknął w domu,
I drzwi dokładnie zamknął,
Nadejdą, rozpierdolą,
Drzwi twoje kopniakami.

Możesz rzucać się, buntować,
Możesz protestować,
I tak wezmą cię pod buty Chłopcy z Huty

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
O-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

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

O-oh, guns of Brixton
O-oh, guns of Brixton
O-oh, guns of Brixton
O-oh, guns of Brixton