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I've got to get myself out of this mess I've got to get myself a car that drives I've got to burn that dress Bang, bang, bang I'd like to see the smirk exploding from his face Oh well, he shouldn'ta kept my shopping cart Shouldn'ta cut my place Bang, bang, bang He don't get hard unless he takes his gun to bed And little Jimmy gets a B in math, two shots in the head Washington gets dinner dates and fancy IPAs And Newtown still gets robo-calls from the NRA Well, they can call (they can call) But you can't pick up the phone no more Well, they can call (thеy can call) But you can't pick up the phone no more Bang, bang, bang, bang Oh, officеr, oh, officer, well, what was I to do? I've got an itchy trigger finger, he was pushing four-foot-two I got no problem with nobody, he had no business in my drive Well, he was Bravo Lima, say no more, I'm Whiskey Hotel white Well, they can call (they can call) But you can't pick up the phone no more Well, they can call (they can call) But you can't pick up the phone no more See, see, see, see Susie gets incensed A little more than pressed Mr. McCallister I know they'll notice, I know they'll notice soon But I can't wait no more Bang, bang, bang, bang Bang, bang, bang, bang Holiday in the sun Castle doctrine, stand your ground Sea World, sun tan, fentanyl A holiday, a holiday A holiday in the sun IHOP, Venmo, TNT Mickey Mouse, AR-15 And an open-carry, don't-say state Incel, insult, NDA And a hi-ho-silver hit the mall Mom-and-Pop, no checks at all At a gun show, golf course, shopping cart Three days waiting, 30 rounds And a bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang With a bang, bang, bang, bang, bang Well, they can call (they can call) But you can't pick up the phone no more Well, they can call (they can call) But you can't pick up the phone no more
Writer(s): Robert Knaggs, Henry Young Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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