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