Smoking Gun

You're preaching to the masses

They're eating out

The palm of your hand

Tell me over our glasses

'Bout your money

And your mighty big plans

You're giving me that smile now

An unspoken victory

No use playing a master

And you think you're playing me

But

I've

Seen a thousand boys

Like you under

The same old neon lights and

I

Have bought what you are selling

'Bout a hundred million times

Baby, i know better

Beneath that worn out leather

You ain't different than any other one

So

Try

To pick me like a flower

And find out

That you picked out a smoking gun

I'll let you take me home babe

'Cause the night has just begun

Tomorrow morning i will leave alone

With a steady hand

And a crime to cover up

But

I've

Seen a thousand boys

Like you under

The same old neon lights and

I

Have bought what you are selling

'Bout a hundred million times

Baby, i know better

Beneath that worn out leather

You ain't different than any other one

So

Try

To pick me like a flower

And find out

That you picked out a smoking gun

Lord, I'm sorry it's my fault

I got so damn tired

Of listening to them talk

Lord, forgive me

Know it's wrong

But they can't call me a killer

If i never get caught

I've

Seen a thousand boys

Like you under

The same old neon lights, oh

Baby, i know better

Beneath that worn out leather

You ain't different

Than any other one

So

Try

To pick me like a flower

And find out that you

Picked out a smoking gun