Lyrics

Look at the man
His pockets, they run deep
I don’t think there’s
An end to his greed
Look a little closer
At pockets full
Of money, came from blood
There’s nothing he can’t own
And I can see behind his eyes
Though I’m not sure
I'd swear there’s nothing left inside
Was there a point in time
When you knew you crossed the line
And did you like it
Do you ever stop and think
About what you’ve done
When everything that you’ve sent out
Comes back around
I wonder will you notice
There are a million ways to kill
Without touching the gun
I don’t understand
The secrets that he keeps
What’s driving him
Also makes him weak
Has he disconnected so
There’s only fear
Is he so far removed
From the truth always near
I wonder if somewhere inside
If way down deep
He’s still alive
Was there a point in time
When you knew you crossed the line
And did you feel it
Do you ever regret
The things you’ve done
When everything that you’ve sent out
Comes back around
I wonder will you notice
That in your hand
You hold a smoking gun
Was there a point in time
When you knew you crossed the line
And did you feel it
Do you ever stop and think about
What you’ve done
When everything that you’ve sent out
Comes back around
I wonder will you notice
That in your hand
You hold a smoking gun
In your hand you hold
A smoking gun