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SMOKING GUN

Leather boots up to your knees,
painted nails and fantasies.
Broken home, that's your excuse,
the reason why you're fucking lose.
She's been busted up again,
same old guy and same old den.
Losing all the will to live,
losing all her time to give.

Mixing drugs with alcohol,
sharing needles, viens are gone.
These are a few of your favourite things,
that fucked you up in the beginning.
She's got nothing more to gain.
Looking old, it's a Goddamn shame.
These are a few of your favourite things
that fucked your life, that broken your wings.

(Chorus)
Look at me down, I will be the one.
I've got Rebel in my name,
I'm a Smoking Gun.
Look at the light and you'll see me.
Without your memory
you'll never forget me.

After the last beating
she took a knife and she killed him.
She made sure he would not get up,
chopped him up after slicing his throat.
She overdosed that very day.
Took his wheels and his cocaine.
There's nothing more she had to say.
He ruined her life, he had to pay.

(Repeat Chorus)

This is not what she wanted to do with her life,
but she did.
Everyone warned her, but she didn't listen.
Easy money.

Every once in a while
she would smile.
Memories came flooding back,
she would laugh.

(Repeat Chorus)

Fast cars, fast money, fast life.
She helped herself to every fucking penny.
Nothing else could beat the feeling.
She moved and in an eternity with false hope and dead end plans.
It all crashed down when the crown turned black.
And she fell hard.
But you know,
the mind is it's own place
and it in itself
can make a Heaven of Hell
and a Hell of Heaven.