guns of varanasi

When they kick at 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 - the guns of varanasi

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 varanasi 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 varanasi sun

You can crush us 
You can bruise us 
Yes, even shoot us 
But Oh - the guns of varanasi