Lyrics

He didn't see it comin until it was too late He had a bad feelin', can't hesitate And at the end of the day he was so tired And he looked at the television "Now whos the fuckin liar"? He hates society, thinks it's to big It's just about killin a man with his ring And he knew what was happening, millions in gold He's first on the case and theres a murder to shoot Bright lights, here comes the night Interrogate the kid with the 357 I'm gonna, i'm gonna blast 'em Question the ethics, right or wrong Secret identity started so young He never made friends, don't get too close For a man who's got nothin, he's just got the mess His family never knows the truth Cause he gets cut when he tells the truth No friends to lose or time to betray The rendition from the papers gonna brake him again Bright lights, here comes the night Interrogate the kid with the 357 I'm gonna, i'm gonna blast 'em See through his eyes, his eyes alone Intensified anger, can't be controled He turned his indiscretion, brought it all down If there was ever force of reason it could never be found The timing was perfect, this kid he was cleared Computers down, he's clasped his fear A different mind lives in a way It's a good good thing that he got it straight Bright lights, here comes the night Interrogate the kid with the 357 I'm gonna, i'm gonna blast 'em
Writer(s): Timothy Armstrong, Roger Matthew Freeman, Lars Frederiksen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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