Little Steven & The Disciples Of Soul - Under The Gun lyrics

In the eleventh hour Whose name do you call Ain't it funny how all the rest Don't mean a thing at all And baby where you been to It's down to you and me No more foolin' around the pressure's on now What's it gonna be You're under the gun Can you still deliver After all these years Don't you feel abandoned, let's see who's standing After the smoke clears And how does it feel baby To taste your own sweat Your skin is crawlin', your mama's callin' But you ain't safe yet You're under the gun In the eleventh hour You find out what you're made of Gather your strength if you've got what it takes To protect the things you love We're runnin' out of heroes So what you gonna do Can't wait forever I got bad news They're all waiting for you You're under the gun