Bang, bang!
Your fingers on the trigger
Your eyes on the prize
Your sign says bring your backwards cap
Can't hide that dirty mind
You're scoping me
You're throwing me
Right in your line of fire
Your empties on the table
Your ego fills the bar
Another round might take me down
You're close but no cigar
You're playing me, relentlessly
Pushing it up to the wire
Can't toi see
My cœur, coeur is bulletproof
You're shooting blanks
There's no boom to your bang
Shooting blanks!
toi won't hear those anges sing
Your Casanova cowboy game is on
And those lines you're shelling ain't real bullets cause
You're shooting blanks!
The only thing that's smoking
Is the ground beneath my boots
And that last drag of my cigarette
As I walked away from you
The words toi say
That drink of shade
Might hit toi where the sun don't shine
Can't toi see
My cœur, coeur is bulletproof
You're shooting blanks
There's no boom to your bang
Shooting blanks!
toi won't hear those anges sing
Your Casanova cowboy game is on
And those lines you're shelling ain't real bullets cause
You're shooting blanks!
toi need some practice
Need to polish up your skills
For toi it's all about the thrill of the kill
Your game is numbers and sometimes it's hit ou miss
But baby toi ain't hitting it!
You're shooting blanks
There's no boom to your bang
Shooting blanks!
toi won't hear those anges sing
Your Casanova cowboy game is on
And those lines you're shelling ain't real bullets cause
You're shooting blanks!
Shooting blanks!
toi call that a gun?
Boy, toi better put that gun away.
You're shooting blanks.
Boom! Boom!
Bang! Bang!
Boom! Boom!
Bang!
