Firing Line

Always on the outside
Always looking in
Always been the loser
I never seem to win

I was brought up with nothing
But the shirt on my back
Pretty soon I learned how to get by
On what little I had

Oh I, I spend my time
On the firing line
Unwillingly mine
Oh I, I spend my time
On the firing line
Unwillingly mine
The firing line

I'm caught up in the cross fire
Blowing left and right
I don't know who to turn to
Or who to turn from

I'm sick and tired of the waiting
I'm sick and tired of these dreams
But now I find I've come too far
To turn back now

Oh I, I spend my time
On the firing line
Unwillingly mine
Oh I, I spend my time
On the firing line
Unwillingly mine

It takes a lot of courage
It takes a lot of guts to keep on the line
It takes a lot of resistance
Oh it's such a lot tonight

I've always been the loser
I've always been the loser

Oh I, I spend my time
In the firing line
Unwillingly mine
Oh I, I spend my time
On the firing line
Unwillingly mine

Oh I,
Spend my time
On the line
Firing line