| Hit me like a ton of bricks |
| Like a crashing wave |
| Everywhere I turn there’s tricks |
| Up your sleeve again |
| Can’t hide in the den of lions |
| Can’t move with your feet tied |
| No rest when you sleep in shadows |
| There’s nowhere to run when all is coming undone |
| You can try, you can try |
| But you can’t hide from the big guns |
| There’s nowhere to run when all is coming undone |
| You can try, you can try |
| But you can’t hide from the big guns, the big guns |
| Every little move is fixed |
| Like a game of chess |
| The blood on your hands is thick |
| And you’re placing bets |
| Can’t hide in the den of lions |
| You can’t move with your feet tied |
| No rest when you sleep in shadows |
| There’s nowhere to run when all is coming undone |
| You can try, you can try |
| But you can’t hide from the big guns |
| There’s nowhere to run when all is coming undone |
| You can try, you can try |
| But you can’t hide from the big guns, the big guns |
| There’s nowhere to run, there’s nowhere to run |
| There’s nowhere to run, there’s nowhere to run |
| There’s nowhere to run, there’s nowhere to run |
| There’s nowhere to run when all is coming undone |
| You can try, you can try |
| But you can’t hide from the big guns |
| There’s nowhere to run when all is coming undone |
| You can try, you can try |
| But you can’t hide from the big guns, the big guns |