Baby, it's yours if you want it And it's yours if you want it And every bit of love left in this beat up, banged up, scarred up heart That's been waitin' on a girl like you Every kiss already feels like you own it I know it ain't much, but it comes alive

To the ground where you left my heart to bleed Your goin' down down down boy Five, four, three, two, one Bang! Bang! Bang! Boy! Your goin' down, down, down, boy Bang! she shot you. Karma tastes so sweet Karma tastes so bang bang bang boy Bang! she shot

I only fuck with you on two occasions When I'm drunk, when I'm high I will be broke, if I would be with you That is why it's for one night (one one one one) I'm a motherfuckin' gang bangin' nightmare Wake up motherfuckers, I traded in my white Nike Airs

You'se a shooter then shoot, nigga, I'm doin' my thang If you seen a, my nina, you seen it go bang Just like they do in your hood, they do it in mines, mayne I put a hole in a nigga, I ain't motherfuckin' playin' Yeah, oh, yeah What the fuck you lookin'

Oh, oh, oh, oh Bang my head against the wall Instead I rose above it all I will rise above it all Found what I was searching for I should have failed, and nailed the floor (Bang my head against the wall) Bang your head against the wall Instead you rise

Bang your head! Metal health will drive you mad! Yeah ah arr! And I'm an axe grinder, pile driver Mama says that I never, never mind her Got no brains, I'm insane The teacher says that I'm one big pain I'm like a laser, six string razor

We got it goin' on We'll be banging and singing just like the Rolling Stones We're gonna shake up your souls, we come to rattle your bones 'Cause we got it goin' on We got it goin' on (We got it goin' on) We got it, we got it, we got it goin' on

We all got a hillbilly bone down deep inside And when the band starts banging and the fiddle saws You can't help but hollering, yee haw! When you see them pretty little country queens Man you gotta admit that's in them jeans Ain't nothing wrong, just

Do you wanna die happy? My love's a revolver My sex is a killer I shoot 'em bang bang Line 'em up Knock 'em down My looks can kill

Where do you go, where do you go, And the light of truth is blown out, Roadsinger came to town, long cape and hat, People stood and stared then closed their doors, as he passed, He strolled the empty street, kids banged on tin cans, Then the panting dogs