Bang, bang, bang!
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 Ты see
My сердце is bulletproof

You're shooting blanks
There's no boom to your bang
Shooting blanks!

Ты won't hear those Ангелы 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 Ты say
That drink of shade
Might hit Ты where the sun don't shine

Can't Ты see
My сердце is bulletproof

You're shooting blanks
There's no boom to your bang
Shooting blanks!

Ты won't hear those Ангелы sing
Your Casanova cowboy game is on
And those lines you're shelling ain't real bullets cause

You're shooting blanks!

Ты need some practice
Need to polish up your skills
For Ты it's all about the thrill of the kill
Your game is numbers and sometimes it's hit или miss

But baby Ты ain't hitting it!

You're shooting blanks
There's no boom to your bang
Shooting blanks!

Ты won't hear those Ангелы sing
Your Casanova cowboy game is on
And those lines you're shelling ain't real bullets cause

You're shooting blanks!

Shooting blanks!

Ты call that a gun?
Boy, Ты better put that gun away.

You're shooting blanks.

Boom! Boom!
Bang! Bang!
Boom! Boom!
Bang!