and 'round you go. Bang, you're dead, baby. Bang, you're dead, baby. Like a boomerang keeps twisting, twisting in your heart. You know the funny part of it is, you
? Bang, bang, you're dead Always so easily lead Bang, bang, you're dead Put all the rumors to bed Bang, bang, you're dead Bang, bang, bang, bang, you
? Bang bang you're dead Always so easily lead Bang bang you're dead Put all the rumours to bed Bang bang you're dead Bang bang bang bang you're
번역: 즉, 베트. 뱅, 넌 죽었어.
번역: 아주 더러운 것들. 뱅 뱅, 넌 죽었어.
long, you'll end up dead If you don't end up dead, you'll end up in jail Livin your life in a concrete hell [CHORUS:] Gang bang ! You're dead and lyin
you're weavin' We're never gonna believe in the stories that you're weavin' We're never gonna believe in the stories that you're weavin' We're believin
honor with a hand on my heart from the Greatest of Lakes to the greenest of greens to the Rockiest mountains and everything in between o-o-o Canada oh you're
just how you got into debt You lost when you nodded your neck Through the vest, through the chest that you tried to protect Take the voice that you try to project, check Darin' you
) And when the truth goes bang the shouts splatter out (Revolutionize your lives and find a way out) And when you're growing down instead of growing up (You
jet airliner And if you want a little bang in your ying yang come along Yeah, yeah We're comin' to your city We're gonna play our guitars and sing you
?re coming to your city Gonna play our guitars and sing you a country song We?ll all be flying higher than a jet airliner And if you want a little bang
Source Magazine, you're the first one You try to dis Chuck, Cube and me How the fuck you pick us 3? You punk motherfuckers ain't shit, you're just a
Man, you the flyest nigga I seen in my life Yo man, I just wanna roll with you man How can I be down? What's up? You say you wanna be down? Ease back
triggar back Let 'em come step to a real mutha-fucker Mama ain't raised no suckers Dan Quayle, don't you know you need to get your ass kicked Where was you
Thank you, thank you Thank you, you're far too kind Now can I get an encore, do you want more Cookin' raw with the Brooklyn boy So for one last time
