Concussionbox - Stick to Your Guns Lyrics

Here comes a modern pandora
Meeting on the midtown bridge
Green trench coat and a red fedora
Stepping out over the edge
This is no job for the weak-hearted
Not for someone who runs and hides
No backing down once it gets started
You gotta stick to your guns...stick to your guns
If you're looking for danger
The occasional Thursday night thrill
Could be love with an exotic stranger
If you don't do it, who will?
This is no job for the weak-hearted
Not for someone who runs and hides
No backing down once it gets started
You gotta stick to your guns...stick to your guns
This is no job for the weak-hearted
Not for someone who runs and hides
No backing down once it gets started
You gotta stick to your guns...stick to your guns
It went to hell in Damascus
Odds ain't looking too good
We don't have the answer, so don't ask us
We won't run, although we should
The crowd's not massive...it's bigger
As she wades into the fray
Fingers tensed on hair trigger
She's gonna make someone pay
This ain't no B-grade movie
I'm your lover, your friend