Piercing Look (Smoking Gun)

PIERCING LOOK (SMOKING GUN) - Written by Carroll Bryant


I broke your heart
That's just the way that it is
It's the way that it goes
When love isn't in the kiss

You cried your tears
Down your face is how they flowed
It's the way that it goes
After the story is told

I once believed in happy ever-after
Two lovers and the laughter
But now that is just a thing

I must confess I lost that feeling
And nothing is appealing
About you to me

This is how it has to be

Go take a walk
Go write your book
Go straight to hell
You have got a piercing look

Go straight to bed
Go kiss the crook
Go tell the tale
You have got a piercing look

No smoking gun can stand before the alter
Run before you falter
No wedding bells in the land of Gibraltar
Fathers hide your daughters
Love in exchange for dollars

Traffic jam on the highway of hate
Hell freezes over
Heaven can't wait

It's a bloody mess
And the blood is on the virgins dress
It's all in your head

The feeling is already dead

All that you have earned
All that you have learned
All that you have took
You have got a piercing look

And in America, is like the rest of the world
Boy meets the girl
And there is pain
Communism and the rain
It's all disguised and gone to shame

Love is like sweet cocaine and cheap champagne

No smoking gun can linger forever
Never saying never
Victims of the scene

Nowhere to run but to your clever endeavors
Put it in your letter
Feeling better with the most obscene

Go take a walk
Go write your book
Go straight to hell
You have got a piercing look

Go straight to bed
Go kiss the crook
Go tell the tale
You have got a piercing look

No smoking gun can be your ammunition
If not for your ambition
Your soul would sell your soul
 

And one by one
The brain becomes your spasm
The heart is your orgasm

Your soul will take your soul