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