The Smoking Gun
The Smoking Gun
We entertain thoughts at the work party with high class cocktales
Running to and from our destination as are ego's soar throughout
One word spoken out of context can throw a wrench on your reputation
May need to take a rest on a well needed vacation
So we carry on with a song in our hearts to light the spark
The smoking gun will inflate the whole episode & duration
In long lines we faint from the musical relaxation
Through off a challenge with a shrug sweeping things under the rug
We have to keep a close look out from the people around us
Some bask in the advancement of there degree
Others sharpen there pencils and let things be
Shelter lies dormant amidst it's beckoning plough
A challenge to be free is a question of time
Let's look to the future and another place to dine
In delicate roses it will tickle your fancy of everything that's fine
As a caged rat that is hidden in it's tiny little hole
It's a dog eat dog world that will help to inflate the ego
Search your hearts everyone see if there is a place of fun
The next move that you make may be your last
No one gets by in this life on any free pass
Quick conclusions often will lead the best of us astray
The wisest move in life is but to wait
Otherwise are galloping emotions run away like horses at the gate
The smoking gun maybe coming to a theatre near you
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