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 shit, 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