| Lyrics: | Well, you think you're sitting pretty
But you're sitting on a powder keg.
Well, you think
you're standing steady
But you're weak as a matchstick leg.
Well, there's a rumble in the
city,
There's a call out for your head.
Now isn't it a pity
Your future's just a lump
of lead.
But now you're running scared, you've got no place to run;
You're caught
between the law and the Big Guns.
Well, it's a long way from the pool halls,
Through
the rackets and the petty crime.
Well, you thought you were a tough one
But you've bitten
off too much this time.
You've stepped on the wrong toes,
Now look who you've upset.
You walked on the wrong toes,
You've got your picture on the police
gazette.
Well, now you're running scared, you've got no place to run;
Yor're caught
between the law and the Big Guns.
Your backis against a wall, you don't like it there at
all.
Now you!re too proud to fall, you got no friends you can call.
Well, you never
felt so gritty,
The sweat's pouring down your back.
You're like a tiger in the jungle
And you can't find your way back.
You hadn't played your cards right,
You hadn't seen
the signs,
Well, you tried to run the whole game,
Now you've come to the end of the
line.
Well, now you're running scared, you've got no place to run;
Now you're face to
face with the Big Guns. |
