Robert Palmer - Big Trouble lyrics

Don't move... Just one false move and you're dead meat You know you're running out of luck You won't admit it when you're beat You see me comin' better duck Big trouble, I'll lay you to waste Big trouble, gonna pick a bone with you Big trouble, gonna drop the bomb, baby Big trouble, runnin' out of patience Big trouble, eat away at your nervous system You know I've got you in my sights Saw your emotions run amok Had an anxiety attack You were surprised when panic struck No ammunition, a war of nerves I'll steal your thunder War of attrition, watch you submerge You're goin' under You need it, you lose it, you love it, you gotta have it I'm gonna find your breaking point You like to practice self-deceit I'll knock your nose right out of joint The demolition of your whole world War of attrition Big trouble, this is the right place Big trouble, come on, do your worst Big trouble, rub me up the wrong way Big trouble, punch a hole in your argument I see you're spoiling for a fight I'll pick you off and rub you out All your big talk is obsolete No one to hear you scream and shout I'll give you fire, a war of nerves War of attrition, the demolition of your whole world I'll steal your thunder