Smoking Gun

Skeletons rattle inside Dark and dirty closets 'neath the Hollywood sign Paid up their ransom in flesh To the Piper with the power to destroy or bless Well, there's a predator creepin' in the pool The King of the Casting Couch where he rules Golden Boy has started to crack Squirmin' like a worm under our magnifyin' glass Well, you can run, boy, but you can't hide The judgement day has finally come For the man who holds the smokin' gun Bang, bang goes the smokin' gun Bang, bang Bang, bang goes the smokin' gun Bang, bang Well, you can run, boy, but you can't hide The judgrment day has finally come To the man who holds the smokin' gun Bang, bang, the smokin' gun Bang, bang Bang, bang goes the smokin' gun Bang, bang