Whatever happened to the young, young lovers?
One got shot and the other got lost in
Drugs and punks and blood on the street
Blood, blood on her knees
Bloody history (yeah)
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 babys got a gun, my babys got a gun
My babys got a gun, I better run
My babys 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 doesnt make it unbreak
She really didnt wanna make it messy
She really, really didnt, but the girl gone cray
My babys got a gun, my babys got a gun
My babys got a gun, I better run
My babys got a gun, it goes
Boom, boom, crack, ga-ga-ga-ga, boom, boom