The Informant - Matthew Logan Vasquez

Hide the witness inside a desert inn

So much blood, it’s still stained on her skin

She told her half-truth, well that was all it took

Immunity, the only word she understood

So far away from the Vegas in her mind

Soon enough she’ll have to swear and testify

Comin' home, she’s comin' home

Those who knew her said she got it from her dad

The kind of charm that softens even the hardest man

Fell into a crowd that cuts you quick

So much money lyin' around, it could make you rich

Back in July, had the guts to take that chance

Hid it all underneath the Cosmopolitan

Comin' home, she’s comin' home

Whoa, oh oh oh oh

Oh, oh oh oh oh

A score like that, sure enough would have its price

You fuck with the dealer, get the rag and get the knife

Cold case from the DEA, the bugs were runnin' flat

Too much heat blowin' in her face, she tucked tail, she turned rat

No sign of warning, sure enough they seal her fate

Stepped out on the balcony, took a bullet in the face

Comin' home, she’s comin' home

Oh, oh oh oh oh

Oh, oh oh oh oh

Oh, oh oh oh oh

Oh, oh oh oh oh