Rory Gallagher - Big Guns (this one's for Putin)

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Not all the lyrics fit him, but some do, and I'll quote those below the videos:

Live at Montreux, 1985:

Well, you think you're sitting pretty,
But you're sitting on a powder keg.
Well, you think you're standing steady,
But you're weak as a matchstick leg.
Well there's a rumble in the city,
There's a call out for your head.
Now isn't it a pity,
Your future's just a lump of lead.

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Your back's against a wall, you don't like it there at all.
Now your world's about to fall, you got no friends you can call.

Well, you never felt so gritty,
Well, the sweat's pouring down your back.
You're like a tiger in the jungle,
And you can't find your way back.
You haven't played your cards right,
You hadn't seen the signs.
Well, you tried to run the whole game,
Now you've come to the end of the line.

Well, now you're running scared, you've got no place to run.
Now you're face to face with the Big Guns.