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