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