Who's telling me what I can see?
Who's wife and daughters are talking so obscene about me?
And who's scaring up new deadly social diseases?
And who bends the laws whenever they please?
Some people keep clear at what we are
They come apart at the schemes
The winners are the master sinners
Of this wicked, wicked world
Who's shouting out at me from the television?
Send in your money, and buy a ticket to heaven
Rent boys, rubber toys, brand new spanking lords
Law makers dressed for sex behind closed doors
Some people keep clear of what we are
They come apart at the schemes
The winners are the master sinners
Of this wicked, wicked world
So I take it
I take when it I can
Bang bang, baby maybe
Bang bang, baby maybe
Bang bang, baby maybe
Bang bang
Baby, I'm comin' after you
Some people can't stand what we are
They come apart at the schemes
The winners are the master sinners
In like Errol Flynn
So I take it
I take it as long as I can
Bang bang, baby maybe
Bang bang, baby maybe
Bang bang, baby maybe
Oh bang bang, baby maybe
Bang bang, baby maybe
I'm comin' after you
Bang bang, baby maybe
I'm comin' after you
Bang bang, baby maybe
I'm comin' after you
Bang bang, baby maybe
I'm comin' after you
Bang bang, baby maybe
Oh bang bang, baby maybe
I'm comin' after you