From the recording THE EDGE OF SOMEWHERE

Lyrics

SMOKING GUNS 
 
Tic-tac-toe tobacco models 
Are finally being exposed. 
So spin the smoking-gun bottles 
Toward kiss-and-tell corporate guys, 
Till all the cancer wards are closed. 
Just maybe this bit of wisdom 
Can catch the ears of today’s youth: 
There are a million and then some 
Ways you and I can tell a lie; 
Only one way to speak the truth. 
 
You pimps, pushers, and thieves, 
Are nothing new. 
It’s true that God’s Heart grieves 
For what you do. 
You don’t have to believe 
All that we do; 
The truth doesn’t need you 
To make it true. 
 
Cocaine and heroin destroy 
All those who fall under their spell. 
Pain quickly takes the place of joy; 
They’ll bring you down, these so-called “highs.” 
Alcohol disguises their Hell. 
Just maybe this bit of wisdom 
Can catch the ears of today’s youth: 
There are a million and then some 
Ways you and I can tell a lie; 
Only one way to speak the truth. 
 
You pimps, pushers, and thieves, 
Are nothing new. 
It’s true that God’s Heart grieves 
For what you do. 
You don’t have to believe 
All that we do; 
The truth doesn’t need you 
To make it true. 
 
War’s an away game, we figure, 
Chilly crosshairs before our eyes, 
Itchy fingers on the trigger, 
The best maps that money can buy, 
Marching toward that Nobel Peace Prize. 
Just maybe this bit of wisdom 
Can catch the ears of today’s youth: 
There are a million and then some 
Ways you and I can tell a lie; 
Only one way to speak the truth. 
 
You pimps, pushers, and thieves, 
Are nothing new. 
It’s true that God’s Heart grieves 
For what you do. 
You don’t have to believe 
All that we do; 
The truth doesn’t need you 
To make it true. 
The truth doesn’t need you 
To make it true. 
 
Copyright © 2003 Lex Zaleta