Smoking Guns

Slowly, sneaking While you are sleeping Hiding, lurking Quietly under your bed No one can hear you screaming You must be dreaming Again, while it Slips deeply into your head Leading you into the presence of death Standing naked In the spotlight, exposed You are the scape goat And everyone knows Smoking guns are Left all over the place They're pointing right at your face And they'll do it again And again and again and again Full moon, high noon Still in the dark room Keeping secrets Making sure they'll never know Answering questions nicely Sharp and precisely Getting ready To go on faking the show Until the right time for buckling the bow Consequences And offences Ignored Time to stop crumbling Down there on the floor Smoking guns are Left all over the place They're pointing right at your face And they'll do it again And again and again and again And again and again Psychopathic Monsters come to Take you and to Tear your world apart Smoking guns in Secret places Blow your faces Away And they'll do it again And again and again And again and again and again Again and again and again And again and again and