Shooting Blanks

Shooting Blanks
Bang!
Bang bang!
Bang!
Bang bang!
Your finger's on the trigger
Your eyes on the prize
Your sign says bring your backwards cap
Can't hide that dirty mind

You're scoping me
You're throwing me
Right in your line of fire
Your empties on the table
Your ego fills the bar
Another round might take me down
You're close but no cigar
You're playing me
Relentlessly
Pushing it up to the wire
Can't you see my heart is bulletproof?
You're shooting blanks
There's no boom to your bang
Shooting blanks
You won't hear those angels say
Your Casanova cowboy game is on
And those lines you're shelling out ain't real bullets halls
You're shooting blanks
The only thing that's smokin'
Is the ground underneath my boots
And that last drag of my cigarette
As I walked away from you
The words you say
Might reek a shade
Hit you where the sun don't shine
Can't you see my heart is bulletproof?
You're shooting blanks
There's no boom to your bang
Shooting blanks
Won't hear those angels say
Your cowboy Casanova ain't is on
And those lines you're shelling out ain't real bullets halls
You're shooting blanks

You need some practice
Need to polish up your skills
For you it's all about the thrill of the kill
Your game is numbers
And sometimes it's hit or miss
But baby you ain't hitting this
You're shooting blanks
There's no boom to your bang
Shooting blanks
You won't hear those angels sayin'
Your Casanova cowboy game is on
Those lies you're shelling out ain't real bullets halls
You're shooting blanks
Shooting blanks
[Laughs & Speaks]
You call that a gun?
Boy you better put that gun away
You're shooting blanks
Boom boom!
Bang bang!
Boom boom!
Bang!