You hear footsteps on your stairway
There's a strange voice on your phone
You know he's out to get you
Soon you must face him all alone
A skinny shadow dodges
Beneath a broken door
He finally tracked you down
To even up the score
You're sweating like a stabbed pig
With your fingers crammed around your gun
You're looking for a place to hide
But there is no place left to run
There is no place left to run
Your name is on a bullet
And bullet is in his gun
You have seen this coming
But you knew you couldn't run
But you knew you couldn't run
A big fat rat is dying
Right across the street
In the distance cops pass by
Just one step from the heat
The humming of the streetlights
Cuts your nerves off your bones
A shotgun's barrel clicks
And somewhere rings a phone
And somewhere rings a phone
Sudden thunder fills the air
And explodes deep in your chest
Pressing your hands against the bleeding
You are tumbling for a rest
You are tumbling for a rest
The heat cools down
Easing your pain
The sun sets gently
And it starts to rain
Your heartbeat stops abruptly
Cause there is no blood left to shed