Smoking Gun Lyrics

A bit crazy yeah
He far from fine
Like his father yeah
Just like his son

Still that silver moon
Lights up his slaves
Still he makes them dig
Their own fucking graves

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See those pearly gates
Burnt rusty iron
See the preacher man
In the devils arms

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