Bang bang you're dead 50 bullets in your head Attend the village local on a friday night It's not the brightest idea, they're not exactly our type Boys keep your heads down, it's for the best God forbid the girls show us any interest Because... They belong to the boys in Burberry Taking back-ally blow jobs from girls in their teens Out for a fight by the slot machines They hunt in packs and they're targeting me Don't make eye contact, Home is too far to run It's a childish game but they've got real guns Don't step out of line, they'll blow out all your fun And don't be fooled, their phasers aren't set to stun Drug deals are no surprise I think you'll agree And the back ally teens don't bother me Even pimped cars and the brawls in bars But perhaps this time they've gone way too far Statistics show around half of the houses in the US have guns But can they really be blamed for what is going on? Who can stop this? Maybe Charlton Heston could have a stab at it Then again, maybe apes will take over the planet Don't look now the girls are getting flirty It's bad news for the guys that just want to party Bang bang you're dead 50 bullets in your head