Oh, shooter My hands up (yeah) They want me with my hands up But no, I can't do it I think they want me to surrender My hands up, my hands up (yeah) They want me with my hands up (yeah) (Shooter, my hands up, my hands up, they want me to surrender) Yea,

She's harder to handle than you think son You feel safe when you're with her Think twice before you pull the trigger She feels good in your hand from the first little spark But guns shoot bullets and bullets break hearts Heartbreak's a bitch She'll kill

We're going to shoot you But don't get the wrong idea And there's nothing in your head or pocket Throat or wallet You're appealing to emotions that I simply do not have So put your hands in the air and don't make a sound That could change just how this

Sweet child in time you'll see the line The line that's drawn between the good and the bad See the blind man shooting at the world Bullets flying taking toll If you've been bad, Lord I bet you have And you've been hit by flying lead You'd better close

Daddy's little psycho and mommy's little soldier I want to be a celebrity martyr Hurrah (bang bang), hurrah (bang bang) the hero of the hour Bang bang give me fame Shoot me up to entertain I am a semi-automatic lonely boy You're dead I'm well fed Give me

Shoot to thrill, play to kill I got my gun at the ready, gonna fire at will So don't you fool around I'm gonna pull it, pull it, pull the trigger Too many women with too many pills 'Cause I shoot to thrill, and I'm ready to kill All you women who want a

It's a summer paradise, crusin' with the boys and girls. Surfin' day and night, everybody shootin' the curl. Hang five, keep it alive, and lemme jump down low on the toes of the nose. Hang ten, hot-doggin' again, let's go! Are you ready? Ready-freddy?

In rock we trust, it's rock or bust In rock n' roll we trust, it's rock or bust Are you ready We be a guitar band We play across the land Shootin' out tonight Gonna keep you up alrigh You hear the guitar sound

You don't have to say I love you to say I love you Forget all the shooting stars and all the silver moons We've been making shades of purple out of red and blue Sickeningly sweet like honey, don't need money All I need is you All I need is you, you We

And we late, nocturnal Speculate what we feel But I am going to shoot There's nothing like a break But it may be a consolation That shows us where we are So most of how you felt I'm glad I could help Link my door tonight, I am sold