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Under The Gun - Little Steven/The Disciples of Soul

Written by：Steven Van Zandt

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

Under the gun

Under the gun

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

You're under the gun

You're under the gun

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

You're under the gun

You're under the gun

You're under the gun

You're under the gun

You're under the gun

You're under the gun

You're under the gun