Angus Stone - Smoking Gun lyrics

A bit crazy yeah He far from fine Like his father yeah Just like his son Still that silver moon Lights up his slaves Still he makes them dig Their own f**ing graves Evolution is a... Evolution is a... Evolution is a... Evolution is a... Smoking gun See those pearly gates Burnt rusty iron See the preacher man In the devils arms Evolution is a... Evolution is a... Evolution is a... Evolution is a... Smoking gun