| 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; | 
| You’re caught between the law and the Big Guns. | 
| Your back is 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. |