Smoking Gun

Something caved in this heavy town ’Cause I’ve been sinking my teeth in for years Chain smoke from noon ’til one, with smoking gun and a silver tongue Where you from? Where you from? I sold your soul that night Under the soft moonlight You’re falling, you’re falling Drink another whisky, feel alive Cruel to be kind, I bide my time Yeah, you’re falling, you’re falling Shame on me for my mistakes But shame on you, you brought the bug in too, and you know it’s true Shaman can’t heal all your wrongs Pray your blessings won’t come at all Anymore, yeah I sold your soul that night Under the soft moonlight You’re falling, oh, you’re falling Drink another whisky, feel alive Cruel to be kind, I bide my time Yeah, you’re falling, you’re falling