Lyrics

Smoking guns are everywhere
The doors are open wide
Every time I turn around the ghost is picking sides
And it seems that every string of lies is now a string of pearls
Shooting straight no longer is an option in this world
Situations come and go and the stakes are getting high
Every innuendo says it’s better if you lie
Circumstance will stir the pot
Make every straight line curl
Shooting straight no longer is an option in this world
Loaded dice and crooked looks are pissing on the burning bush
The wind don’t make a sound
Help me up / Don’t shoot me down
Sailing with integrity is going out of style
A sinking ship is nothing if you’re swimming in denial
On rising tide this ship of fools is circling the swirl
Shooting straight no longer is an option in this world
You seem like such a shining star
Bursting out with pride
You can get away with anything if luck is on your side
But luck will leave you in a ditch for another lucky girl
Shooting straight no longer is an option in this world
Loaded dice and crooked looks are pissing….
With steady hand the jeweler turns a germ into a gem
Repeats the lie that starts to turn the root into a stem
The vine that snakes around the truth
And chokes it with a twirl
Shooting straight no longer is an option in this world