Son of a Gun

So let me get this story straight
This was just a chance you had to take
Did I even cross your mind?
This will be the last time you cross mine

We were as thick as thieves
Just like a thief, you stole the best of me
White lies and what lies in-between

(Whoa-oh-oh) for Heaven's sake, I see right through you
(Whoa-oh-oh) I've got secrets too
You're the gun and I can be your bullet to bite down on
Take your best shot, 'cause you only get one

Marionette
Are your strings tied tight for proper movement?
Take a deep, deep breath
I'm dying just to wrap these strings around your neck

But I'll stitch my eyes wide open 'cause I don't wanna
Miss the look on your face when I drive away
You know you're sharp, but sharp just doesn't cut it anymore
I'll show you a side of me, you've never seen before

(Whoa-oh-oh) for Heaven's sake, I see right through you
(Whoa-oh-oh) I've got secrets too
You're the gun and I can be your bullet to bite down on
Take your best shot, 'cause you only get one

Well, blame it all on bottoms up
And all the boys that kept filling your cup
I love it when you say you don't remember anything

(Whoa-oh-oh) for Heaven's sake, I see right through you
(Whoa-oh-oh) I've got secrets too
You're the gun and I can be your bullet to bite down on
Take your best shot, 'cause you only get one

(Whoa-oh-oh) for Heaven's sake, I see right through you
(Whoa-oh-oh) I've got secrets too
(Whoa-oh-oh) you're the gun
And I can be your bullet to bite down on (whoa-oh-oh)
Take your best shot, 'cause you only get one



Credits
Writer(s): James William Czech, Adam Mcmillion, Joshua Robert Frost, Alexander Joseph Sheldon
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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