Testo Smoking Gun

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