Whatever happened to the young, young lovers?
One got shot and the other got lost in
Drugs and punks and blood on the street
Bla-blood on her knees, bloody history
Whatever happened to the hay (loft?)
Burnt to the ground, and what about (pop?)
He took his ass back to the crack shack
With his long johns on, singing that old song
My baby's got a gun
My baby's got a gun
My baby's got a gun
I better run
My baby's got a gun
It goes boom boom crack
Ga-ga-ga-ga boom boom
An eye for an eye, a leg for a leg
A shot in the heart doesn't make it un-break
She really didn't wanna make it messy
She really, really didn't but the girl gone cray
My baby's got a gun
My baby's got a gun
My baby's got a gun
I better run
My baby's got a gun
It goes boom boom crack
Ga-ga-ga-ga boom boom
She crucify (she crucify)
She crucify (she crucify)
Hey Pop, you die! You die!
♪
My baby's got a gun
My baby's got a gun
My baby's got a gun
I better run
My baby's got a gun
It goes boom boom crack
Ga-ga-ga-ga boom boom
My baby's got a gun
My baby's got a
My baby's got a gun
My baby's got a gun
My baby's got a gun
I better run
My baby's got a gun
It goes boom boom crack
Ga-ga-ga-ga boom boom
My baby's got a gun
My baby's got a
My baby's got a gun
My baby's got a gun
My baby's got a gun
It goes boom boom crack
Ga-ga-ga-ga boom ga-ga-ga-ga
♪
She's not a bad kid
She's not a bad kid
But she had to do it
She had to do it
They're not a bad kid
But they had to do it
They couldn't not
They had to face off
She's not a bad kid
But they had to do it
She had to crack
She had to kill Pop (ah, ah, ah, ah)