Son of a Gun (Search The City)

So let me get this story straight This was just a chance you had to take Did I even cross your mind? This will be the last time you cross mine We were as thick as thieves Just like a thief you stole the best of me White lies and what lies in between Whoa, for Heaven's sake I see right through you Whoa, I've got secrets too You're the gun and I can be your bullet you bite down on Take your best shot 'cause you only get one Marionette (Are your strings tied tight for proper movement?) Take a deep, deep breath (I'm dying just to wrap these strings around your neck) But I'll stitch my eyes wide open 'Cause I don't want to miss the look on your face When I drive away You know you're sharp But sharp just doesn't cut it anymore I'll show you a side of me you've never seen before Whoa, for Heaven's sake I see right through you Whoa, I've got secrets too You're the gun and I can be your bullet you bite down on Take your best shot 'cause you only get one Well blame it all on bottoms up And all the boys that kept filling your cup I love the way you say You don't remember anything Whoa, for Heaven's sake I see right through you Whoa, I've got secrets too You're the gun and I can be your bullet you bite down on Take your best shot 'cause you only get one Whoa, for Heaven's sake I see right through you Whoa, I've got secrets too You're the gun and I can be your bullet you bite down on Take your best shot 'cause you only get one