Big Guns

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 a pity You're 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 Yeah... Well, it's a long way from the pool halls To 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 Well, you walked on the wrong turf You got your picture on the police gazette Well, now you're running scared, got no place to run You're caught between the law and the - Big Guns Yeahhh... Your back's against a wall You don't like it there at all Now your world's about to fall You got no friends you can call Well, you never felt so gritty Well, the sweat's pouring down your back You're like a tiger in the jungle And you can't find your way back You haven'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