Lyrics The Informant - Matthew Logan Vasquez

The Informant

Hide the witness inside a desert inn
So much blood, it’s still stained on her skin
She told her half-truth, well that was all it took
Immunity, the only word she understood
So far away from the Vegas in her mind
Soon enough she’ll have to swear and testify
Comin' home, she’s comin' home
Those who knew her said she got it from her dad
The kind of charm that softens even the hardest man
Fell into a crowd that cuts you quick
So much money lyin' around, it could make you rich
Back in July, had the guts to take that chance
Hid it all underneath the Cosmopolitan
Comin' home, she’s comin' home
Whoa, oh oh oh oh
Oh, oh oh oh oh
A score like that, sure enough would have its price
You fuck with the dealer, get the rag and get the knife
Cold case from the DEA, the bugs were runnin' flat
Too much heat blowin' in her face, she tucked tail, she turned rat
No sign of warning, sure enough they seal her fate
Stepped out on the balcony, took a bullet in the face
Comin' home, she’s comin' home
Oh, oh oh oh oh
Oh, oh oh oh oh
Oh, oh oh oh oh
Oh, oh oh oh oh