Un Deux Trois!
(Turn it up a little bit more)
Bang Bang Bang!

No way
Bang your dead
Paint your silhouette
Je te plumerai la tete
Je te plumerai la tete

On the plane, on my brain
'Bout to do the show
40k contract?
Take it out the door
Dice symbolise my life
Roll 'em on the floor
From your [bad word] hands
As you ham and grandstand
You live a [bad word] life
We live the bon bon vie
You hide it in the book
While we watch the TV
Think you got us fooled?
Who? never again
First time, shame on me
Second time, your time will end

Numbers, you fly by numbers
You're logging hours
And don't see the big picture
Over your shoulder
You'll get no last words
because it's too late
You;ve clipped your own wings,
Your own wings

No way
Bang your dead
Paint your silhouette
Je te plumerai la tete
Je te plumerai la tete
 [bad word] world is [bad word] They got us all hidden
With late night decisions
And lab rat incisions
When faced with decisions
To fight or fricasse
And you clearly decided
On how to handle me
Difficile, imbecile
Is it fake? Is it real?
Are we dying on our feet?
Are we trying in our sleep?
There's [bad word] going round
'Bout the [bad word] town
If you look into the sky
Dead birds fly high

Numbers, you fly by numbers
You're logging hours
And don't see the big picture
Over your shoulder
You'll get no last words
because it's too late
You;ve clipped your own wings,
Your own wings

No way
Bang your dead
Paint your silhouette
Je te plumerai la tete
Je te plumerai la tete

We're never gonna believe in
The stories that you're weaving
We're never gonna believe in
The stories that you're weaving
We're never gonna believe in
The stories that you're weaving
We believing in the proof
We believing in the [bad word] We believing in each other not you

No way
Bang your dead
Paint your silhouette
Je te plumerai la tete
Je te plumerai la tete

No way
The clock is ticking forward
(As the time just ticks away)
No way
It's just a [bad word] cruel world [bad word] cruel world)