What ever happened to the young, young lovers

One got shot and the other got lost in drugs and punks

And blood on the street

Bla-blood on her knees

Bloody history

Whatever happened to the hayloft

Burnt to the ground and what about Pop?

He took his ass back to the crack shack

With his long johns on

Singing that old song

My baby's got a gun

My baby's got a gun

My baby's got a gun

I better run

My baby's got a gun

It goes boom boom crack

Ga-ga-ga-ga, boom boom

An eye for an eye

A leg for a leg

A shot in the heart

Doesn't make it un-break

She really didn't wanna make it messy

She really, really didn't but the girl gone cray

My baby's got a gun

My baby's got a gun

My baby's got a gun

I better run

My baby's got a gun

It goes boom boom crack

Ga-ga-ga-ga, boom boom

She crucify

She crucify

She crucify

She crucify

Hey Pop, you die

You die

My baby's got a gun

My baby's got a gun

My baby's got a gun

I better run

My baby's got a gun

It goes boom boom crack

Ga-ga-ga-ga, boom boom

My baby's got a gun

My baby's got a

My baby's got a gun

My baby's got a gun

My baby's got a gun

I better run

My baby's got a gun

It goes boom boom crack

Ga-ga-ga-ga, boom boom

My baby's got a gun

My baby's got a gun

My baby's got a gun

I better run

My baby's got a gun

It goes boom boom crack

Ga-ga-ga-ga, boom, ga-ga-ga-ga

She's not a bad kid

She's not a bad kid

But she had to do it

She had to do it

They're not a bad kid

But they had to do it

They couldn't not

They had to face off

She's not a bad kid

But they had to do it

She had to crack

She had to kill Pop