Smoking Gun - Tami Neilson

Skeletons rattle inside

Dark and dirty closets 'neath the Hollywood sign

Paid up their ransom in flesh

To the Piper with the power to destroy or bless

Well, there’s a predator creepin' in the pool

The King of the Casting Couch where he rules

Golden Boy has started to crack

Squirmin' like a worm under our magnifyin' glass

Well you can run, boy, but you can’t hide

The judgment day has finally come

For the man who holds the smokin' gun

Bang bang goes the smokin' gun

Bang bang

Bang bang goes the smokin' gun

Bang bang

Well you can run, boy, but you can’t hide

The judgment day has finally come

To the man who holds the smokin' gun

Bang bang, the smokin' gun

Bang bang

Bang bang goes the smokin' gun

Bang bang