The Clash: "The Guns of Brixton"- The Blackfish
When they kick at your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the pommel of your sword?
When the law break in
How you gonna go?
Shot down on the pavement
Or waiting on death row?
You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Riverrun
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 so mighty
Born under the River 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 Stoneheart Lady
Goodbye to the Riverland sun
You can crush us
You can bruise us
Yes, even shoot us
But oh-the guns of Riverrun
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Lannisters at the door, Freys flanking you on all sides, Boltons preying on you. But Riverrun will never be theirs, not while you draw breath … Never give up, never surrender, never yield … Justice will come for House Tully, and you will be there to lift your sword and drink you cup … I have faith in you, my Blackfish and the Guns of Riverrun.
