Stickybee

There's safety in the numbers of this godforsaken town

It's been a week since all of this went down

In this abandoned factory, there's no one here but you and me

And god help any fool who comes around

And you, with your coy and fickle eyes, you'll get your way

And me, I have got no say in my own destiny

The way it's going, Stickybee, you will be the death of me, oh no

It didn't go the way I planned, we had it in our hands

And everyone had followed our demands

But then you shot that plainclothes cop, I heard a pop and watched him drop

Now we both have blood upon our hands

And you, well, you made it sound so simple and it was

And now, I am a fugitive and you're the only cause

The way it's going, Stickybee, you will be the death of me, oh no

Oh ****, I think I heard a sound from over by the door

I see their shadows looming on the floor

An inch, a mile, it's all the same, now that I am in this game

A shout is heard and time is running out

And you, in the chaos of the moment grab your gun

And you, you aim the barrel at that two ton oil drum

Now I know it, Stickybee, you will be the death of me

Now I know it, Stickybee, you will be the death of me, oh no