Bang Bang Bang - Mark Ronson

Un Deux Trois!

(Turn it up a little bit more)

Bang Bang Bang!

Feathers, I'm plucking feathers

One by one by one

No more skylarking

around my head

Your information

But there's no hiding behind

Moulting feathers

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 grubby hands

As you ham and grandstand

You live a shitty 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

No way

Bang your dead

Paint your silhouette

Je te plumerai la tete

Je te plumerai la tete

Bang your dead

Alouette

Paint your silhouette

Je te plumerai la tete

Je te plumerai la tete

No way

The clock is ticking forward

No way

It's just a cruel cruel world

Cruel world is fitting

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 a rumour going round

'Bout the suits running 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

CHORUS

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 truth

We believing in each other not you

Stories (you with the tall tales)

How many stories (so many tall tales)

We climb the structure

(We scale the ladder)

You build it higher (You make us madder)

We take our aim

(So now we're bearing arms)

You perch above your nest

(Gotcha in your charms)

The stories in your head

(Crazy bald-headed)

That's what got you dead

No way

The clock is ticking forward

(As the time just ticks away)

No way

It's just a cruel cruel world

(Cruel cruel world)

CHORUS

Un Deux Trois

No one ever does it like that anymore

Bang Bang Bang

When feathers fly, you can deny everything

When feathers fly, you can deny everything