No doubt red shoes will get stuck
Bony ankles caught in Mississippi muck
Silver buckle on a patent leather, caked
No reflection can signal a mistake
Clammy palms clapping a silent beat
Pumping pulse of fiercely stomping feet

Bang bang baby with a gun
Bang bang baby kills for fun
Bang bang baby they are dead
Bang bang baby sees only red

Knees locked in sludge I can’t stop sinking
Ready set go, I’m still thinking
Grasping rock, grabbing the melted ground
Electric Star chariots against the sound
Race chase the bubble behind the shade
Capture the moment, close the curtain I made

Bang bang baby with a gun
Bang bang baby kills for fun
Bang bang baby she’s blood red

Pillowed impressions black raccoon eyes
Mascara runs and ruins her disguise
Hot breath burns the nape of the neck
Dig your toes in, brace for the wreck
Waking with nothing, suffocating on sleep
Dreams stale abyss chokes the vapid deep

Bang bang baby throw down the gun
Bang bang baby the job is done
Bang bang baby bring back the dead
Bang bang baby get out of my head

Resurrected pink pavement chewing gum
I want you under dirt, not under my thumb
Lying there in the Garden of Eden
Count all the apples you have eaten
Naked under white bed sheets soaked
The victims weren’t shot, they got choked

Bang bang baby on the run
Bang bang baby had a gun
Bang bang baby just drop dead
Bang bang baby get out of my head


Lyrics by Elizabeth Ann O’Brien
© 2010